Chapter 558 - Third (2/2)

This was all to say that The Capital was under a tremendous amount of strain already… And it only made it worse that the two cities attacking it were among the most powerful.

One was obvious… Keafir City, the City in the lead of this Invasion took the helm at one cardinal direction. But, the second City was also easily recognizable. In fact, its aura was even somewhat suppressive of Keafir City simply due to the sheer imagery it portrayed.

It had tall, steel black walls, filled with sharp spikes that would make scaling them impossible. Just the walls themselves stood at double the height of any other City wall to this point and its aura was just as dark.

Billowing black smoke jetting out from buildings hidden behind the tall walls. It was impossible to tell where this smoke was coming from unless you had a vantage point from the sky. But, just judging by the heavily armored brutes that made up their army, one would think that they were being churned out of factories which would more than explain the billowing black smoke.

The footsteps of these warriors were heavy, their every step causing the earth to quake. Each and every one of them wielded a polearm weapon as though afraid they wouldn't seem manly enough. Even the exceptions to this wielded massive great swords the size of their bodies.

It was simply an army right out of nightmares. They didn't blink an eye in the face of death, their forward momentum was dauntless and impossible to stop, and their strikes were powerful and relentless.

This was the army of Black City, a city that Leonel would recognize well, not because he had laid eyes upon it, but rather because he was familiar with their young Heir… Jefrach Black.

Jefrach stood atop the city walls, the complicated feelings he had been holding onto having long since vanished. His head reflected beneath the sunlight, his dark armor becoming scorching beneath the heat.

'Today… This Capital falls.'

To now, they had only been sending out foot soldiers. But now, their true assault would begin.

On the opposite side of the Province, Keafir City's gates began to slowly open as though in perfect sync with Black City.

Sharp sword auras soared through the skies, filling The Capital with the sound of crossing and sharpening blades.

The elites of the two cities slowly marched forward. At the head of one army, there was Jefrach and his father, City Lord Black. At the head of the other, there was Anared and his father, City Lord Keafir.

All four looked toward the City as though watching a beast on its death throes.

However, it was at that moment that the situation changed again.

Space distorted, a third city appearing in the sky. It crashed down with a force that could destroy mountains, landing on the ground and sending a quaking force throughout The Capital.

Its gates soon opened, row after row of soldiers marching toward The Capital from a third direction.

Hargrove City had appeared again, and it reeked of blood.