Kapitel 489: Chapter 459 Cyart Rally

The vast land was shrouded in a heavy layer of clouds, as if even the sky could sense the storm that was about to arrive. The waning sunlight weakly scattered across the desolate land of the Ahornblatt Province, its glow no longer a warm comfort but carrying a hint of desolation, coating every inch of the land in a faint golden-red hue.

Surrounding were broken walls and scorched earth, the once prosperous village now just a pile of ruins. The wind whistled through the broken eaves with a sobbing sound, as if the souls of countless Cyart people were whispering, telling tales of sorrow.

"Let's go back, there isn't much left to take from here."

The Rhea People leaving the slaughtered village occasionally saw a few startled birds hastily taking flight, cutting across the grey and dim sky, their figures quickly disappearing into the distance, as though eager to flee this land overshadowed by the specter of death.