When the mist finally swept by, everyone was still in the fortress, only the ground beneath their feet was no longer Lar Fortress.
The city walls were higher, the battlements more densely packed, and inside the city, several towering towers could be seen, their flagpoles flying banners with a style reminiscent of human nobility yet bearing unknown emblems.
Fortunately, no one was scattered.
The commander was contemplating a headcount and reconnaissance arrangements when a neat sound of footsteps came from around the corner.
A squad of soldiers emerged one after the other, their armor style completely different from theirs.
The breastplates were thicker, the shoulder pads towering, and the helmets adorned with dark red plumes.
The leader appeared to be a general, with an old scar slashing from the edge of his brow to the corner of his mouth on the left side of his face.
