บท 190: The predicament of the hero! (2)

The street was a mess. civilians running for their lives as the armored soldiers clashed against the allied forces of the Four Kingdoms and the judicial knights. It was a clamoring heap of mess.

Calen dodged the falling debris of a collapsed building as he ran through the streets, towards the city gates.

"Where's Celeste? Where is my sister?" He yelled as he ran, hoping that she might hear him.

Like carnival fireworks, magic spells flew across the sky, leaving trails of smoke and fire. The screams of the dying echoed through the city, like a sickening melody.

Calen's grip tightened around his sword as he faced the twisted sight of his fallen comrades turned into mindless abominations. It was a heartbreaking sight, their lifeless eyes now filled with an eerie blue glow.