The Sky Throne broke through the clouds, its massive shadow sweeping across the land.
Allen stood at the edge of the deck, the fierce wind whipping at his black robes.
At the edge of his vision, a magnificent, colossal white city rose from the earth.
[Commander, terrain scan complete.]
[Target city: Golden Stone City. Straight-line distance to the northern coastline is only seventy kilometers. A large number of permanent fortifications exist on the city's perimeter.]
A flicker of surprise showed in Allen's eyes.
Building a nation's capital only seventy kilometers from the front lines. This meant that if the defensive line was ever breached, the Royal Capital would be directly exposed to the Demons' claws.
"The Emperor guards the nation's gate," Allen remarked, glancing at William beside him. "Your ancestors had guts."
