A thin layer of smoke covered the plains, with the unpleasant smell of burning wood and the stench of corpses as its main components.
In the haze, a siege engine was engulfed in flames, burning fiercely under the blazing sun.
Hundreds of corpses lay sprawled on the ground, among trenches, spiked stakes, and crossbow arrows.
In front of the bodies stood Ansen Castle, like an insurmountable mountain lying on the vast land.
A deep black moat circled the city, its turbulent waters reflecting a metallic cold light.
The uneven blue-black brick walls had long been stained with crimson blood and green bile.
Leaning against the parapets, the city guards silently wiped their short swords and spears.
They would occasionally gaze out, vigilantly guarding against any possible attacks.
From the city walls, the south and west stretched out into an endless plain, sparsely dotted with thatched cottages and villages.
