The sun rose from the horizon like a flame, spreading across the earth and staining the land with golden flames.
When the black shadow obscured the brilliance of the sun, the crisis finally hung over the whole Brilliance Continent.
It was a very large army, densely packed like a black storm, sweeping into the deserted piece of land in the distance.
The brightness of the morning did not bring hope to the world, but brought disaster into people's vision.
In the city on the border of Forsaken Land, human beings, demons, and undeads stood on the walls, holding their weapons in their hands. The gunners stood nervously beside the artillery while archers had already boarded the archer towers.
They saw the black storm rushing to their comfortable city at an extremely fast rate.
At this moment, the whole city became silent.
