After holding out for nearly half a month, Black Stone Castle had fallen. Just as the Northern Border Corps cheered and threw open the gates for the main army to come in and crush the last pockets of stubborn resistance, something unexpected happened.
Arriving from the north, the Griffin Knight Order brought not only a gale that rustled the pine needles in the mountains, but also an order that left all commanders and soldiers completely baffled.
As the soldiers hesitated, a new directive shot out from the temporary war council room. They raised their weapons once more and charged straight into the Inner Castle, but the great battle they expected never materialized.
What met their eyes were the soldiers of the Southern Border Guard Army, who had laid down their weapons, their faces as grim as if they were at a funeral. As if walking into an undefended land, the northern soldiers, bewildered, swiftly took control of Black Stone Castle's surrendered troops and its Inner Castle.
