Onyxsilk Town
In front of the main gate, the three guards were talking about the news like any other day.
"Ah… the war continues…" The ignition rod guard said with a grim expression, reading about the war between Uldor and the Holy Kingdom.
"What do you think Ashton will do? We have a good relationship with the Holy Kingdom, don't we?" The guard behind him asked, a look of concern plastered on his face.
For now, the war wasn't anything big—only some small fights between Rank 1 and Rank 2 cannon fodders. But they all knew it was only the start.
"I don't think our kingdom will involve itself so early." The leader of the guards shook his head: "Unless someone decides to provoke us or make a great deal with us, the royal family won't choose any side. Additionally, even the angel race—the Holy Kingdom's greatest ally—isn't willing to involve itself."
