The fall of the city of Odoche was like a meteor crashing to earth, kicking up a storm of dust that rippled rapidly outward.
The news spread as if it had wings, blanketing the surrounding lands overnight. The speed of the messengers was a mystery—truly unbelievable.
The Hoyland Clan had ruled this land for a time so long it was nearly incalculable; their name was almost synonymous with the history of Odoche itself.
Yet, overnight, the masters of this land had changed. The newly risen Bro Clan was like the morning sun, its brilliant rays illuminating every corner of Odoche.
In the city streets, soldiers were still bustling about, cleaning up the battlefield and maintaining order.
The civilians had gradually recovered from their initial terror. They began to emerge from their homes, asking one another for news.
