He couldn't help but feel an inexplicable anger and unease.
Why are there Orland people everywhere!? Has the entire Kantadar fallen completely into Orland's hands?
...
Orland Calendar 673, November 18th.
Outside Ashford Port City.
The shouts of the living and the hisses of the undead echoed to the heavens.
The overcast skies still shrouded the vast land, but the booming chime had stopped.
The vast port city was surrounded by an army of twelve thousand soldiers and several thousand civilians, half-enclosing the riverbank, with countless banners fluttering noisily.
Giant beasts of catapults repeatedly launched fire jars, with thick smoke and flames cutting fiery trajectories through the air, crashing into the surging tide of Corpse Ghosts like whistling meteors.
With each thunderous explosion, flames erupted among the undead, filling the air with the acrid stench of burning flesh.
