บท 112: Dawn of a new day

Two weeks had passed since the fall of Thegolontia. The city, once proud and defiant, now layd in the hands of Prince Maesinius. His banner flew high over its battered walls, and a garrison of 300 men had been left behind to secure the streets and maintain order. Yet, Maesinius knew the city itself was not the ultimate prize—it was the battle yet to come that would decide the fate of the province.