The war clouds loom over Thunder City, yet the Campbell people's morale is soaring like never before.
A mere cloud is nothing.
After all, even before it arrived, the black clouds from the chimneys had already filled their sky.
And just as a group of ragged people donned tidy clothes, shouldered flintlock guns, and prepared to embark on a righteous cause, another group of ragged people finally saw a glimmer of light from that darkened path…
On the muddy road leading to Twilight City, a peculiar procession was moving slowly.
At the forefront of the convoy was Thomas's trade caravan, dozens of wagons filled with goods and carriages carrying people were slowly moving. Whereas behind the convoy, a procession composed of thousands of ragged refugees was also silently advancing.
They neither approached nor distanced themselves, just quietly followed.
Each person maintained an almost obstinate distance, like a silent pilgrimage, steadfastly moving forward on the dust-laden road.
