Thermopylae stood between the Qielafu Mountain Range and Casorri Mountain. Its walls stretched for a kilometer. While the terrain wasn't exactly treacherous, the pass was still easy to defend and difficult to attack.
For hundreds of years, it had been a fiercely contested ground between Beastmen and humans. In the past, this place had boasted a City Defense Maze Lock from the Mages of Tilia, an altar forged by the Holy See's Bright Apostle Association to bolster the troops' morale, and countless weapons of war and Magic Resources...
Unfortunately, Louis II had squandered it all away thirty years ago. Even the walls were newly constructed.
What made the situation even more critical was that progress on the central front had been so smooth that the Kingdom Government hadn't dispatched many troops here.
The current commander of Thermopylae was merely a Viscount—Viscount Sriwizi.
