Early the next morning, "hoaaam," a soldier from the Orthus Empire who had just woken up stepped out of his tent and stretched his body. But then, "teng...teng...teng," the emergency bell echoed through the camp. Startled, the soldier scrambled up the wooden ramparts bordering the camp and met the sentry ringing the bell.
"Hey... what's going on?" the sleepy soldier asked.
"Th-that," the night watchman replied, pointing toward the open fields ahead.
When the soldier looked in the direction his friend was pointing, his heart skipped a beat. He saw thousands of demon and merman troops marching toward the camp. In the distance, numerous galleons were anchored at the shore—a place no one ever used for landing because of the jagged reefs and rocks.
"Huh... what the hell? Where did they come from?" the soldier screamed in a panic. His entire life began flashing before his eyes, certain that his time would end today.
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