Chapter 267: Each with a Unique Skill

The white flame banner of Illaril, symbolizing the Knight Order, fluttered fiercely on the bloodstained walls of Hageshtan Castle.

The once sinister fortress, shrouded in the chilling aura of the undead, was now bathed in the radiant silver glint of the Holy Lake Knights' armor from the foreign lands.

A pungent stench of decay mixed with the acrid smell of smoke permeated the air within the fortress, while the crumbling ruins spoke of the ferocious battle that had recently ended.

The oppressive clouds dissipated over this small area, and sunlight brought a fragile glimmer of life back to the netherworld terrain.

Knights and warriors busied themselves, moving back and forth between the walls and the drawbridge, hauling bodies to be disposed of outside the fortress.