Able to stay calm in the face of danger, natural-born warriors.
And now these warriors follow him, that tall figure.
The collision of watercolor and shield is finally here, like fire clashing with solid ice, the deafening screeching friction lets one realize how crazy this war is.
A mad competition between the Deities and the Undead, concerning will, yet not only so.
No one retreats, the Undead understand this war well, they are not the main players in this fight, holding their ground and not dragging down is all they can do.
And the victory of the war should be handed over to Lind Armand.
The battle line tightly locked, the situation looking bleak, some of the Undead combating the old man's watercolor army, while others facing the Beast Tide.
