Beneath the murky night sky, the towering Imperial Capital stood in silence like a slumbering giant. Everything was cold and soundless.
The army stood in grim silence, their eyes like a pack of wolves in the darkness, merely lying in wait for the moment to strike and tear out their enemies' throats.
"For freedom!"
The young girl drew her longsword, its point aimed straight at the dim heavens.
"For freedom!"
Countless voices cried out, their roar sweeping forth like mountains calling and seas raging. The dark clouds in the night sky quietly scattered, spilling down bright moonlight and starlight.
The black Imperial Capital remained silent.
The nearly hundred-meter-tall gates slowly opened, and an army clad in black armor marched forth. The clash of armor produced a piercing metallic din.
They were like messengers of death emerging from the night, mysterious and eerie.
They were also like a swamp of darkness, sweeping over and devouring everything.
Darkness and light collided, and in an instant, endless thunderous explosions erupted. Magic burst forth and surged outward, its glowing mana more dazzling than the stars.
Warhorses neighed, warriors roared, and people continuously fell. Scalding blood flowed across the ground, soaking it and making it darker still.
A longsword pierced through a body. A trace of warmth ran down the hilt into her palm, bringing a nauseatingly slick sensation.
The girl remained cold and indifferent. She pulled out her sharp sword and kicked the enemy before her away.
She no longer knew how many enemies she had killed. The only things she could hear were roars and wails, along with the terrifying shockwaves created by magical explosions.
Her consciousness seemed to have left her body, leaving behind only instinct—to kill every last enemy.
By the end, she did not even have the strength to cry