"Isn't it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different?" – C.S. Lewis
Looking out over the northern wall of Ecuas Citadel, Paul watched with an ugly expression as a large number of troops began marching towards the citadel they had just managed to capture after a tough battle.
Despite the person alerting the castle saying that only 100 players were on the way, it was obvious that the approaching host numbered close to 500 players; granted, only around 100-150 seemed to be in an organized guild group, but they still outnumbered the citadel's new owners around 4 to 1.
Paul took a deep breath, his gaze shifting from the approaching army to the vast expanse of the sky. His mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, contemplating the uncertain future that lay before them.
