The Situation in Alverton

On the afternoon of the 1st day of February.

Huge clusters of dark clouds loomed over the skies of Alverton.

At this moment, no one could be seen on the town's streets. It was as if the whole place had been abandoned. However, there was a reason for this lack of activity.

At the western gate of Alverton, the town guards gathered atop the walls, looking in the distance with grave faces.

"Sir Ronan, our scouts have reported that the orcs will be here before nightfall." A warrior reported to the Knight dressed in leather armor with steel breastplates and shoulder guards.

Hearing this, Ronan frowned. "What about our call for reinforcements?" He asked while trying to maintain his composure.

The messenger sighed and shook his head as he replied. "There's still no news from them, Sir."

Some warriors who were nearby fell into despair when they heard this.

With more than a thousand orc warriors approaching them, all hope was shattered.