Stratholme Fortress had fallen.
The forces of the Ashen Kingdom marched into the city, their steps in perfect synchrony, swiftly seizing the armory and the Ducal Mansion, smoothly taking control of the entire city.
Stratholme Fortress, the largest city in the North, even under siege, was home to nearly seventy thousand people.
"Tampas above..."
"It has truly fallen..."
"I hope these monsters won't cause a massacre..."
"But, but those are retainers of evil dragons. Haven't you read the 'Book of Ashen'?"
"God, who can save us now?"
The townspeople shut their doors and windows tight, nervously staying inside, envying those who had already left, and speculating about the assurances of the giant dragons.
The city seemed to be shrouded in a dark cloud, the oppressive sound of hushed whispers echoing within.