The ravaging, blood-reeking wind was cut off by the majestic Sword Pavilion Pass. This frontier fortress beyond the civilized lands stood like an invincible, colossal giant, guarding the eastern main gate of the Kylin Sacred Land.
However, the Kylin Sacred Land soldiers on the city walls displayed incredibly complex emotions upon hearing the miserable screams from beyond the pass.
Especially the patrolling soldiers; seeing the white, winding path snaking up the mountainside—a road paved with corpses, a path of bones—weighed heavily on their hearts.
They too had hearts of flesh; witnessing the deaths of countless innocent civilians, they felt terrible.
But their allegiances differed, and they couldn't intervene. On a life-or-death battlefield, indulging one's compassion was merely self-punishment.
As soldiers of the Kylin Sacred Land, they had to adhere to their bottom line and their code of conduct.
"There aren't many beasts left in the forest!"
