The Life Blood Urn

At the other part of the realm of Rubrum, miles away from the lowlands of Kerther and even more so from the county of Mediolan, something big was happening.

A great mass of soldiers, siege engines, monster beasts of exotic kinds, and cultivators were slowly marching forward. The soldiers, wearing metallic armor of black scales that shone under the sunlight with a foreboding glint, kept their sharp spears and swords at the ready. On top of their armor, they wore purple cloth strips and capes bearing the symbol of a purple sun on a white background. They numbered a hundred of thousand as the great army of war and destruction crept forward in a menacing manner. On the back lines, the army also brought siege engines of every manner, enough to burn down a large city to the ground if they were to be used in the same area.