As the sun set in the west, its blinding radiance dyed Herr Valley red, making Lightning Fortress look like it was set on fire in the midst of rebuilding.
The fortress cast a large area of shadow behind it, as though the place was devoured by darkness.
The natural contrast of color awestruck everyone's mind, whether it was Warren soldiers or the Prairies troops; the exclamation point of both sides was entirely different though.
Warren troops were recalling the glory days of their proud fortress while the Prairies troops were fortunate for the destruction of the fortress.
"We still need to strengthen the fortress walls," said King James VIII as he stood under the crude walls of the fortress.
Then, his brows furrowed together hard.
As the rightful king of Warren, even though his sister Jeanne was holding him back his entire life, King James VIII possessed a certain level of abilities as well.
