Stream Mountain Country had perished, but the dark clouds of war had not dissipated from this land; instead, they had grown even more oppressive. For on this land, there were invaders from two different nations.
Before the fall of Stream Mountain Country, armies on both sides had considered each other collaborators by command of their Kings, but after the downfall of Stream Mountain Country, they once again regarded each other as competitors.
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Within the military camp, a group of soldiers dressed in grey cloth chatted with one another, now was their rest time.
"We'll soon come face to face with those madmen donned in crimson cloaks, so get your weapons sharpened!" said one of the soldiers, sharpening his sword with a whetstone as he sat cross-legged on his bedding, not lifting his head.
"Don't talk nonsense, the higher-ups haven't clearly said we're going to war with the Crimson King's army yet."
