C1170 The Death God
In the morning mist, the White Tiger City welcomed a new day.
On the city wall, there were soldiers resting with their hands on their heads. Their helmets and armor were covered with water droplets. The flag was wet and hung on the flagpole, looking dilapidated.
A cold wind blew past, and the mist under the city gradually dispersed, revealing the battlefield that was riddled with injuries
