Great purple flags with shapes of bows, arrows and trees drawn on them were raised in a line atop the Crusader Gateway, flapping loudly in the wind.
Elizabeth stood by the side of the gateway and lifted her head to gaze at the vast wilderness in the Kingdom of Helius. She wore a long, plain black gown, with a white flower pinned to her chest. Her thin face was unmoving in the wind, and looked extremely cold and hardened. Behind her, a few soldiers were waiting quietly not far off, their backs as straight as a ruler.
"The garrison in the Town of Crewe have all fled. All you have to do is send your army out, and you'd be able to take the city right now." Suddenly, a figure appeared from the stairways. It walked over slowly, reporting in a calm manner.
