The rainy night was hazy.
Blood and water mixed together, staining most of Beacon Fire City's streets.
The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and the lingering stench of blood, which rushed straight into people's noses.
The Divine Court's all-out offensive had lasted only a day and a night from beginning to end.
Yet its progress left everyone who knew the news stunned and deeply worried.
This was not a life-and-death battle between humans and other races, but a chaotic war among humans themselves.
It was catalyzed by the tide of events, stirred up by inflammatory words, and fueled by the instigation of spies who had infiltrated them long ago.
Many cities within Dragon Flag Territory had not even mounted a frontal defense before raising white flags and announcing their surrender to the Divine Court.
This was one of the aftereffects of the seven-year war.
The survivors who had lived until now would not care who the next lord was or which territory they would belong to when their lives were at stake.
If they could not survive today, what was the point of talking about tomorrow? At that moment, quite a few people in Beacon Fire City had already hidden inside buildings, packed their luggage in advance, and were ready to surrender and flee once the Divine Court's army entered.
Strangely, however, after arriving outside the city, the Divine Court's troops had stationed themselves there, ushering in a rare period of ceasefire.
But countless eyes and gazes were now focused on this place.
Everyone was waiting for Dragon Flag Territory's final trump card to appear!
"The Divine Court brought a large number of civilians into the city this time precisely to force Dragon Flag Territory to set this precedent, so they can occupy the moral high ground