Earlier…0

When Crockta reached Ameranyan, the first thing he saw was a city on the verge of collapse, and a large army of orcs surrounding it. Crockta had arrived first by speeding up his karuk, so Tiyo and Anor were still behind him in the distance. He got down from his karuk and ran toward the battlefield.0

By the time he arrived, the arrows flying in the sky were decreasing in number like streams drying up during a drought. The orcs climbing up the ladders had already reached the top of the city walls. The walls protecting Ameranyan were about to crumble from the constant beating of the battering rams against the city gates.0

Crockta looked down at something by his feet. He saw the lifeless eyes of a dark elf’s corpse looking up at the sky. Then he looked at the dark elf’s smooth hands. They were extremely pale and seemingly soft as if she had never held a weapon before. On one of her fingers was a ring.0

Crockta kneeled, closed the dark elf’s eyes, and placed his hand on top of hers. He then noticed the engraving on her ring.0

[A L Y A.]1

He didn’t know whether it was the name of the dark elf or her lover. Crockta moved the dark elf’s hand from her stomach to her chest.0

Then Crockta suddenly heard a sound. It was coming from the corpse. He looked at the corpse’s shut eyes.0

‘Is the sound from the wind or her voice?’0

Crockta closed his eyes to focus and activated...0