Thud, thud, thud...
Resounding drum beats thundered through East Victory City.
These were the battle drums, placed atop the highest Victory Tower in East Victory City. Whenever the drum beat sounded nine times in succession, it signified a call to arms for the entire city.
Suddenly, the sky was darkened, not by a blanket of clouds but by the countless warriors within the city who, upon hearing the drum, soared into the air, racing towards the front.
The miles-long and tens of meters-wide wall of East Victory City was like a magnificent trench of war, as batches after batches of masters landed, looking towards the void beyond the wall, their eyes filled with cold determination and tragic resolve.
The day had still arrived.
Everyone knew that East Victory City could not remain peaceful for long, yet no one had anticipated that in just over three years, the city would face its greatest crisis.