The sun moved from east to west.
The glaring sunlight turned crimson, slanting across Hell Gorge and making the rebuilding Thunder Fortress seem as though it were about to burst into flames.
The part of Thunder Fortress that lay in shadow, meanwhile, looked as though it had been swallowed by darkness.
The natural contrast between blazing fire and darkness left everyone in awe.
Whether they were Warren's defenders or the Steppe People.
Of course, the two sides were marveling at entirely different things.
Warren's defenders recalled Thunder Fortress's former glory.
The Steppe People, on the other hand, celebrated the destruction of the original Thunder Fortress.
"The walls still need reinforcing!"
James VIII stood alone beneath the makeshift wall, muttering to himself.
Then he frowned.
As Warren's king, even though he had long been constrained by Jenny James, James VIII still possessed considerable ability.
He understood clearly that in the current situation, he needed not only solid fortifications, but also a group of well-rested soldiers.
Not soldiers turned into Artisans and farmers.
Yet without solid fortifications, no matter how elite the soldiers before him were, they would be useless—unless they were all elites trained by the various schools.
Otherwise...
"Not enough manpower!"
Thinking of this, James VIII could not help sighing.
However, he did not blame the Nobles who had fled first, nor would he blame the civilians who were still fleeing.
Because he knew none of it was their fault. He simply had not become someone they could trust.
Thinking of the mistakes he had made, James VIII gave a self-mocking, bitter smile.
"Your Majesty."
A sudden voice sounded from behind him.
James VIII instinctively started to turn around.
"Please maintain your current posture, and forgive my rudeness!"
"I mean you no harm. I came for the war before us—compared