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The evening sun cast a depressing orange glow over the tattered rubble of Leinster, as if prophesying the impending end of the City of Academies.

Be it the initial evacuation of its citizens or the following war and massacre, there was little question that Leinster was already a dead city. The Saints Convocation Leinster Branch was going to be cast away as pawns, just as its executives had planned, and the Salvation Brotherhood had also sustained significant damage.

Corpses were strewn all over the streets, and the noxious smell of blood and decomposing corpses challenged the tolerance limits of one’s olfactory system.

From time to time, there would be lucky survivors who managed to hold on to this day despite the ongoing chaos, but even these hardy individuals couldn’t help but reveal looks of fear toward the setting sun.

The night breeze cloaked the city in a layer of eerie blood mist. Shadows started squirming in whatever remaining buildings there were around as countless black-armored soldiers emerged from the darkest corners of the city. They were going to continue their pilgrimage under the lead of the black-robed figures.

Leinster was a city mired in despair, but not all hope was lost.

On the walls of Saint Freya Academy stood countless guards and students. Their faces were pale and their bodies trembled—it was hard not to know fear when they were aware of the horrors lurking in the darkness out there—but they still courageously stood their ground.

In the academy behind them, the few remaining staff members were currently evacuating the populace toward the Fog Forest with the spirits’ help. Amongst them were expecting women and innocent children, and many of them were their family members.

Rather than escaping in a fluster, these guards and students would rather show their dignified backs to the next generation and protect the future of humankind.

Protection and sacrifice, despair and hope—these were the main themes in the current era. Very few warriors were able to take death in stride, but many were still able to garner the courage to confront their fears.

There were simply too many things that they had to put their lives on the line to protect.

Under the dusk sun, Antonio stared at the main hall where Astrid resided as various emotions flashed across his eyes. Many sentiments he had bottled up over the years gushed through his heart, and they eventually manifested in a fearless chuckle.

The sky gradually darkened as night started to settle in. More and more enemies stepped out from the shadows of the city and started roaming the streets. Amidst them, an old man holding a sinister green lantern appeared in the distance.

Dressed in his usual black garbs, Priestley’s lanky figure seemed to meld into the darkness. Unlike before, the Magician King traversing amidst the monsters had an awful complexion. The green lantern he held cast an eerie glow on his face and eyes, which were completel

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