As the sun dipped below the horizon, the once warm glow of the evening gave way to the cold embrace of the approaching night. Nearly 10,000-15,000 combatants stood in formation outside the temporary walls of Arcadia City, their expressions a mix of emotions.
For many, this was a moment of truth—a battle that would determine not just the fate of the city but also the destiny of countless lives.
The tension in the air was discernible. Some soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, knuckles white, nerves fraying at the edges. Others stood tall, their faces set with grim determination, eager to unleash their skills in battle any moment.
