"Holy Light bless us, what on earth is happening?"
Lord Maxwell peeked out from the chapel, his expression heavy as he looked around. As a member of the Silver Dawn, Duke Therrenhof has always been dedicated to combating the undead catastrophe. And Silver Dawn had constructed a chapel in this cursed Eastern Plaguelands as a frontline fortress against the undead catastrophe.
For the Sacred Knights of Silver Dawn, this was a grueling and lengthy mission... Originally, it should have been.
But now, what did he see?
Lord Maxwell stared blankly at the scene before him, unable to believe his eyes. He had been in the Chapel of the Holy Light's Desire for a long time, and he was very familiar with this land. In his memory, the Eastern Plaguelands was a cursed, corrupt land filled with decay and stench.
But now, what he saw was more like a furnace. Everything here seemed to have been obliterated by flames, with everything in sight burning fiercely.
"What on earth is happening?"
