The scarred City Wall...
Impoverished civilians...
And white skeletons carelessly discarded by the roadside...
After arriving at the port city, Teresa finally realized just how horrifying the impact and destruction of this war between two great nations competing for continental supremacy had been.
More than a century of unceasing slaughter had not only drastically reduced the population and left vast stretches of farmland abandoned, but the precariousness of life had also made ordinary people extremely sensitive. At the slightest disturbance, they would react with extreme intensity.
Because those who reacted too slowly had generally all died.
Only those quick enough to sense danger in advance were qualified to survive tenaciously in such chaotic times.
But whenever she thought about how this country had personally founded the Organization and conducted cruel experiments in her homeland, the sympathy that had just emerged within her would instantly vanish, replaced by blazing fury rising from the depths of her heart.
From the extent of the damage to the City Wall, Teresa could clearly see the formidable combat power possessed by the creatures known as the "Dragon's Descendants."
Likewise, she understood why this country had taken such enormous risks to conduct research and experiments on the island where her homeland was located, seeking to create War Weapons capable of matching or even surpassing the "Dragon's Descendants."
But understanding was one thing. As someone whose love and hate were clearly defined, she would never forgive what this country's executives had done. Long ago, she had decided to slaughter every one of those rulers and make them pay for their past decisions—with blood.
After briefly surveying her surroundings, Teresa quickly found a spot with few patrolling soldiers and leaped over the wall.
As for why she did not use the city gate, of course it was because