The Celestial Throne broke through the clouds, casting a massive shadow across the land. Allen stood at the edge of the deck, his black robes whipping in the fierce wind. At the edge of his vision, a magnificent white city rose from the ground.
[Commander, terrain scan complete.]
[Target city: Golden Stone City. The straight-line distance to the northern coastline is a mere seventy kilometers. A large number of permanent defensive fortifications exist on the city's outskirts.]
A hint of surprise flashed in Allen's eyes. Building a nation's capital only seventy kilometers from the front lines meant that if the defense line were ever torn apart, the Royal Capital would be directly exposed to the claws of the Demons.
"The ruler guards the nation's gates," Allen said, glancing at William beside him. "Your ancestors were quite bold."
