Within the former Amit Kingdom.
Tross Town.
It was an early morning in March.
A light dusting of snow still drifted through the northern sky.
White clouds swept across the horizon. The sky was somewhat dim, and the sun lay hidden among the clouds, appearing and disappearing.
The biting northern wind carried an air of slaughter, and a lingering chill filled heaven and earth.
Within the town that had been reduced to ruins.
Under their respective leaders, the bronze heroes entered the ruins from the east and west, stopping five hundred meters before the fallen member of the Divine Clan.
To the east, the New King of Diria wore golden armor. Behind him, a knight held a banner embroidered with a majestic golden lion—the royal banner of Diria's Royal Family.
Many years ago, the Golden Lion King had carried this imposing banner as he conquered the lands of the Diriya Kingdom.
Behind the Golden Lion Banner, the experts following the New King of Diriya surged with fighting spirit.
To the west, Demon King Anber wore black armor. He was already middle-aged, but his mixed devil blood lent his face a trace of cold indifference, making him look more like a stern sovereign.
Behind him, too, stood a black banner bearing an incomplete crescent moon, symbolizing that the descendants of devils would pursue the light even in darkness!
This banner was also the symbol of their oath to sever ties with devils!
Behind him, too, followed experts of various races.
Meanwhile, the Duke of Thorns, Freyr Osman, led his knights a step behind, entering from the south. He, too, had now arrived before the fallen member of the Divine Clan, though he kept farther away, at least a thousand meters distant.
The Thorn Golden Sun Banner stood before Freyr Osman, barely