Dusk passed, and night fell, the cold moonlight shone in the sky, marking the noisiest night since the establishment of the Capital City.
From dawn to late night, in less than a single day, the Capital Group Army had nearly a hundred thousand soldiers ground down by Constructs, a death rate beyond any commander's tolerance, even the night sky was dyed a shocking blood-red by artillery, as if the souls of the war were painting their marks.
The war continued throughout the entire city, with the soldiers of the Capital Group Army relying on their established defense positions to fight desperately against the Constructs, intermittent gunfire and explosions in the night made one feel dazed.
The cold moonlight draped the scarred city, covering the dilapidated buildings and remnants with a silver-white veil, the moonlight casting mottled shadows through the wall holes and windows blown open by artillery fire.
