Orida Fortress
Within 600 feet of the second ring of walls, all buildings were slightly hot to the touch. All wood had burned down, and the ground was charred.
The charred blackness stretched to 100 feet before the top citadel before stopping. If the humans hadn't retreated, they would be in the same state as the Dark Elves now.
Surrounded by the army, the pressure was great. Link couldn't keep the Dragon King's Anger effect from accidentally hurting his own soldiers. He sat blankly on the oven-like wall for a while. Gathering his senses, Link walked towards the citadel. The Dark Elves weren't a concern anymore, but the demons had retreated. They were unhurt now, so he had to quickly reorganize the fortress' defense.
After a few steps, Link felt something. He turned around.
It was around one in the morning and the night sky was like ink. The prairie before the fortress was even darker. He couldn't see anything.
Night vision.
