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The northern region of Duskshire.
White Coast.
As morning came to that place, Hildemar's soldiers were ready with their armor and swords. Kent was also in that place, precisely at the vanguard of Hildemar's army.
"Do we need to tell them about the truce being over?" Kent asked.
The young man turned to the side, looking at Hector Hildemar with strong eyes. Hector made a serious face, staring straight ahead at the city walls with the flames of ambition burning in his eyes.
"There's no need. They must have figured it out," Hector replied firmly.
"Soldiers, attack!" shouted Hector, pulling out his longsword and pointing the blade forward, focusing them on capturing the city gates.
If the city gates were opened and captured properly, Hildemar's soldiers could easily enter Duskshire City.
