Cold, menacing, and orderly white armies formed battle lines outside Storm City. From the city walls, you could see pairs of fanatical, determined eyes.

At Kass' command, ten thousand Vindicators roared in unison and drew their greatswords.

Under the sunlight, the white blades flashed with blinding light. It looked like a white tide flowing beneath the city, ready to drown everything in its path.

The power of Lomuia Grand Cathedral needed no explanation.

Storm City stood over a hundred meters tall. Its walls were built from stacked black granite. This colossal city had stood in the Outlands wilderness for nearly a thousand years.

It was said to have never been breached, but today was different.

On the city walls stood Viktor, his black cloak whipping violently in the wind. His build was imposing, and his expression was cold as stone.

On both sides of him stood the elite warriors of the werewolf clans. They were dark-skinned, with fangs slightly protruding, releasing low, threat