United Kingdom, a certain city in the eastern section of the new defense line.
The runes on the city wall lit up one after another in the twilight, like a fuse being ignited, spreading from this city head all the way west, disappearing behind the distant mountains.
Every few breaths, new magic power from afar flowed through the runes along the entire city wall, until it entered the city, drawn from the reserves of the three nearest cities.
Outside the city, a White Dragon was raging.
Its scales shimmered with a cold silver-blue under the moonlight, its wingspan covering half the sky.
Most arrows and magic launched from the city were blocked by its hard scales, while a few threatening attacks, like explosive bed crossbows, were dodged by its wings' flaps.
The Giant Dragon relentlessly collided with the city wall.
