Chapter 298: Dawn of Green Valley Town

The sky was as dark as lead-gray, with thick clouds gathered, as if the whole world was swallowed by darkness, a thin mist of oppression hanging in the air.

It was about to rain.

Green Valley Town lay quietly under the night, wounded soldiers from the South lay on the cold wooden beds inside the church, occasionally emitting low moans.

Duke Franz stood firmly outside the church, gazing into the boundless darkness in the distance, gripping his sword with one hand, his face scarred and expression dark and grave.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, as if he could smell the danger in the air—the bloody stench, the pungent gunpowder smoke, and the foul acidic odor...

Duke Franz slowly opened his eyes, glancing at the bishop beside him: "Do you feel it?"

The bishop's brows were tightly knit, his thin, scarred hand gripping the Sun Wand slightly trembling: "Your Grace, you should rest first, those cultists should not be able to catch up so quickly..."