The great eastern gate of the city finally appeared before them.
But what awaited them was a silent carnage. Bodies lay piled up before the exit. Several dead, others still breathing with difficulty and unconscious.
The smell of iron filled the air of the city.
At that moment, the oldest member of the Order suddenly fell from his horse. His back hit the ground with a dull thud. Coughing up blood, with blood flowing from his nose and ears.
Elyria and the others immediately stopped, wanting to help him, but he shouted right away.
"Keep going… Don't stop. I… can't…" He couldn't finish the sentence, murmuring before collapsing.
Elyria gritted her teeth.
"Move forward! Don't stop!"
They continued, but along the way, Kyrian and the others noticed something strange. Among the bodies of the civilians, there were many traitorous guards, those who had turned against Valor for some still unknown reason. They, too, were dead. Some are pale, desperate, trying to escape.
