The daytime in Britannia has always been twilight-colored, appearing rather beautiful and marvelous.
However, today, the evening glow dominating Britannia's sky appears blood-like, filled with unimaginable oppression and heaviness, along with an ominous feeling of impending storm.
At the main gate of Camelot, Bagster stands fully armed with his army, evidently prepared for a frontal confrontation.
In a siege defense, staying on the walls to hinder incoming alliance forces from afar would be the best strategy, yet on Camelot's walls, there are hardly any elves, as they all gather at the main gate, forming a formation designed solely to defend the main entrance.
In a typical war, such an approach is utterly foolish.
But the war happening here is naturally not one between ordinary people.
At this moment, Camelot's walls are lined with spikes, like a steel porcupine, making passage impossible unless the enemy can fly.
