The ruins of Blackthorn Keep stretched before them like the skeleton of a long-dead beast. Charred walls leaned drunkenly, ancient battlements half-collapsed, and shattered gates yawning wide like broken teeth.
Just like Captain Helios warned them, the ruined fortress was just like that, a ruined battlefield left as a relic of the ancient Orc civil wars of the past.
What populated the ruins were just the remnants of that war, and yet just the remnants were enough to cause them so much trouble.
Afterall, almost all of them were still unrefined F Rank talents.
Still barely sixteen years of age, they were greenhorns in the grand scheme of things and yet they stepped across the cracked courtyard with weapons drawn.
They were freshers, and yet on their first mission they were already participating in war. The supply caravan was scheduled to deliver supplies to the human outpost at the frontier facing the Demon domain.
