In the Riverdale kingdom the fortress had fallen without resistance.
By dawn, the proud Riverdale border stronghold was reduced to little more than a smoking husk.
Its gates hung open, the soldiers inside had already evacuated, so the soldiers still lived to see another day.
The duke's army was frustrated; they were literally slaughterers wherever they went to kill. They loved to fight and kill anyone for their duke; now the enemy had already retreated.
"Did they get scared now? not even a sign of any breathing creature, as if this kingdom has already abandoned the only strategic advantage they had."
a commander said as he looked towards the narrow path in front of him, his eyes shining with magic.
"My lord, there are no ambushes ahead." The commander knelt on one knee in front of the duke as he delivered the information.
Duke Albrecht nodded while thinking of something, then he declared to the army that was preparing to camp inside the fort for the day.
