The days flew by until it was finally the day of the Blood Moon War.
For the residents of Estonia City who had nothing to do with the battle, fear gripped their hearts, and they had already locked themselves inside their homes, praying that the mages fighting on the behalf of the city would return with a flawless victory.
Wives wept as their husbands strapped on their weapons, preparing to join their squads.
Children knelt in silent prayer, wishing for their fathers’ safe return, the entire city was drenched in sorrow, an air of inevitable loss hanging over them.
Even before the battle had begun, the morale of the mages was devastatingly low, many of them were reluctant, unwilling, and yet, they still marched forward.
Because they had no choice.