The city's residents had long since retreated indoors in fear. Alubarna, once bustling and prosperous, was now silent. Not a single vendor could be seen on its streets. It felt like a ghost town.
Only the soldiers patrolling outside brought any sign of life to the silent city.
But their polished swords and neatly arranged gunpowder pouches gave even that small sign of life an air of impending bloodshed.
The rebel army's main force was now visible to the naked eye. The sea of heads nearly robbed the soldiers on the walls of their courage. But thanks to the efforts of Bell and Chaka, the Godland royal guards' aides, the unrest soon subsided. Everyone gripped their weapons, ready to fight at any moment.
How many of them truly intended to fight for the king was another matter.
It was not only the citizens of Godland who found the Dance Powder affair unbelievable. Even these soldiers, loyal to the king, whispered about it among themselves. Worse, Cobra had yet to come forward with any formal explanation. All he had done was order every unit to prepare for battle.
His silence had shaken both the troops and the people. Once the fighting turned to close combat and the killing began in earnest, how many would remain at their posts? And if the defenses fell, what would become of the people in Godland's capital?
Chaka and Bell already knew the answers. But there was nothing they could do except fight to the death!
"Report! The Damontia legion has stopped advancing. Its commander, Tirt, refuses to reinforce the capital! They demand proof that the king did not use Dance Powder. Otherwise, they'll turn back to Damontia at once."
A nervous messenger found the two men and delivered the infuriating news.
This was the third