Dawn slowly crept out from behind the far mountains, slowly driving out the encompassing darkness. A new day was beginning. As the Sun’s fingertips gently laid upon Slain Castle, a horrific event was taking place within.

Rather than beginning, many lives were ending.

“Argh!”

“Keugh!”

Screams and songs of metal continued to resound as the soldiers collided endlessly without knowledge of a new day dawning.

“Die!”

A soldier of the United Southern Army shouted while piercing his sword into the heart of an enemy climbing a ladder. His entire figure was already soaked with blood.

The moat, which had been flooded with water due to the recent heavy rain, had already lost its function. The water had been long dyed red with the blood of the dying soldiers, and a small mound had formed from the corpses. Using the bodies of their colleagues to reach the wall, the soldiers continued to climb the walls and launch an attack.

But most of them failed to climb even half of the ladder, struck down by dozens of arrows coming from the walls. Nevertheless, a large number of soldiers had already crossed the moat and arrived under the walls. Some were successful in climbing the walls and engaged in fierce battles.

Shiiing! Boom!

“Keuagh!”

The soldiers of the United Southern Army...