Blessings Of The King.

Antrim City, along with the whole of Anbord, watched in awe and fear as a massive blue portal shimmered into existence in the sky. The figures standing before it struck both dread and fleeting hope into the hearts of the people. They knew the war was upon them. Though they were all awakened, it didn't mean they could all fight. Any savior, no matter how uncertain, was accepted. 

They had seen the chaos in Veryan City—how people were slaughtered like livestock, how the Blade Clan killed without a shred of remorse. They had seen it all. 

Now, the entire nation was gripped in silence. People refused to leave their homes, fearing the unpredictability of the Blade Clan. No one knew when or where they would strike next. The tension was suffocating, a pressure that could be felt miles away.