Meanwhile… At an abandoned town in Euphrates's eastern marches….
A band of soldiers escorting wagons full of supplies was making its way through the town's empty streets which were trashed with corpses of demonic wolves.
"Remember! Our job is to deliver these supplies to the frontline!" shouted a tall knight leading the caravan in the front. "Once we get through this town, we'll proceed onto the main road and make our way to the camp of Duke Shaughnessy's main forces at the next checkpoint where we'll be dropping the supplies."
A timid blue-haired soldier boy among the party looked around their path with a nervous gaze.
"Captain, is it safe for us to be strolling in the town like this?" asked the blue-haired boy. "Aren't we supposed to be worried about the demons?"
