Three hours after the battle outside Oren City ended, no more Demon fodder arrived. The human army gained the upper hand, thanks to the Divine Arts cast by the Dawn Followers, which gave the soldiers courage.
After half a month, Oren City finally opened its gates of its own accord for the first time, welcoming the human army. Sti looked at Garick and the Corland Kingdom nobles before him with tears in his eyes.
"On behalf of Oren City, I offer you my deepest thanks for coming."
"You are Young Master Oren?"
Garick looked at Sti. He remembered that the current Grand Duke of the Oren Family was an old man.
"I am now Grand Duke Oren, inheriting my grandfather's glory."
Sti straightened his expression. His status as Grand Duke did not allow him to keep shedding tears.
"I am Garick Gelan. My father is Grand Duke Gelan of the Corland Kingdom. The army behind me is the Corland Kingdom Legion, along with the Dawn Followers of the Church of Dawn."
"Missionary sir."
Sti nodded to Sven. Of course, he understood the morale boost that the will of the Deities could provide on this battlefield of the Abyss.
"Let us enter the city first, Grand Duke Oren. Every moment I spend on this land, I can feel the evil aura saturating the surroundings. It is dangerous outside the city."
Sven spoke to Grand Duke Oren, and the army was then welcomed into Oren City.
"This city..."
The moment he entered the city, Cleric Sven sensed something different. Countless thoughts of panic and despair filled the air above the city, along with dense power of faith in the Lord of Dawn.
Cast into this dark world, the people of this city were afraid. Amid fear and darkness, they could only pray