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nThis contains plot elements read if you want to understand the plot in the future

nNo one dared to venture out alone, knowing the grim fate that awaited them, hunted by unknown beasts that lurked in the dark.

nWithin the city, the imperial guard who was stationed in the city met a tragic end, their throats slit in the night by ghostly figures who vanished into the shadows.

nUnder the cover of darkness, monstrous figures and Rat-men silently prowled the alleyways, slaughtering both soldiers and civilians alike.

nVeiled by a thick fog and the constant rain, the once familiar roads leading out of the city were transformed into treacherous death traps and no-go zones where death was ripe.

nIn Frostholm’s main square and its surrounding vicinity, Hellish creatures and rebellious rat-like men converged, rounding up the captured citizens.

nThe Darkness descended upon the houses, shrouding them in its malevolent grasp.

nFamilies were forcibly torn from their homes, their horrifying cries echoing through the city, as they were mercilessly dragged into darkness-filled holes throughout the city.

nThese haunting and tragic scenes unfolded all over, casting a shadow over every corner of Frostholm. Hundreds of thousands of citizens vanished.

nIt’s important to remember that Frostholm was once home to millions of inhabitants.

nThe city rested in a vast valley, surrounded by towering mountains and the Shadowflow River ran through it heading north.

nIts strategic location made it impossible to approach by land except from the south, where two mountains flanked the road creating a narrow way in.

nHowever, individuals traveling from the north had a means of reaching the city by ship.

nBut now this was used in a desperate bid to evacuate as many refugees as possible, using every available vessel.

nAs the refugees departed from Frostholm, hundreds of courageous citizens rallied together, mounting a valiant defense that manifested in many last stands throughout the city.

nElves, Humans, and Demi-Humans joined together, to fight off the hordes of creatures. Buying time for the civilians to escape.

nIn the midst of this chaos, new horrifying creatures with sinewy, elongated limbs appeared and surged forth in relentless waves.

nThey had red eyes and looked almost human but were a light grey color. Their sharp claws pierced through shields and sliced limbs off like a hot knife through butter.

nConfronted with this relentless assault, the leaders rallied the remaining guards, issuing commands to stand firm against the horde.

nTheir objective: to buy precious time for the remaining refugees to flee to safety.

nAlong the Shadowflow River, ships hastily embarked, fleeing from the encroaching terror. Yet, the creatures leaped onto them, causing the sailors to fight.

nThe last remaining refugees left in the city, and the courageous defenders heard a terrifying howl coming from its core. .

nA surge of rat-like men brandishing crude spears and shoddy swords launched a frenzied assault on the defender’s front lines.

nSuddenly, a resounding horn pierced the air, capturing everyone’s attention. They turned to witness the arrival of the empire’s famous Dawnbreaker cavalry.

nLed by a Dragon-kin woman with short black hair, piercing blue eyes, and two beautiful black horns.

nShe was sat atop a steed, charging forward with unwavering resolve.

nWith perfect movements, the cavalry changed course while forming a wedge formation. Charging directly at the horde, they mowed down everything in their path.

nWheeling their majestic Dawnbreaker mounts around, they regrouped and quickly retreated, returning to the lines of footmen who had formed a steadfast formation before the city guard.

nThe footmen acted in perfect coordination, raising their large shields and firmly planting them into the ground.

nTheir shields formed an impenetrable wall of metal and spears, shielding them from the attacking enemies.

nCleverly placed holes in the shield wall allowing the soldiers to thrust their spears and swords at the incoming foes.

nMeanwhile, the Mage Core joined the fight, utilizing their magical abilities to create a formidable wall.

nIt was called the Frostholm Wall, standing an impressive 50 meters tall and 20 meters thick.

nAlong the wall, hundreds of Earth Golems began launching powerful Earth bullets at the approaching swarm.

nThe onslaught of Earth bullets halted the enemy’s advance, granting the imperial army a safe opportunity to retreat.

nThe remaining survivors of Frostholm, grateful for their deliverance, were relocated to camps on the other side of the wall.

nIn the years that followed, these camps transformed into thriving small towns

nThus, the legendary Frostholm wall stood as a testament to the skillful coordination of the footmen, the power of the Mage Core, and the determination of the survivors.

nA decade went by, and an eerie, dark fog descended upon the City. There were reports of Rat-Men lurking near the walls, but they were swiftly dealt with.

nGroups of brave soldiers ventured into the city, only to find bones stripped of flesh and valuables still laying around.

nAdditional patrols were dispatched, but they disappeared, leaving nothing behind.

nIn a daring act of bravery, a lone treasure hunter ventured into the city, only to return with a broken mind, recounting tales of unimaginable horrors he witnessed.

nIn total 6,000 men and women fell victim to the darkness, vanishing without a trace.

nAfter years of this, the Emperor issued an order to the Department of Military Affairs, commanding them to deploy three imperial armies to the Frostwyn Duchy.

nOne army was tasked with guarding the Frostholm wall, while the other two were stationed south at Frostwatch Castle.

nIn the vast expanse of the Frostwyn Duchy, the armies stood strong, with 300,000 soldiers guarding the north.

nThey stood as guardians, steadfastly defending against the Sabat and Alba kingdoms. And the many beasts that plagued the north.

nThe defenders of Frostholm stood upon the wall, their eyes scanning the barren landscape beyond as the cold northern winds howled.

nSuddenly, from behind them, a horde of orcs and goblins surged forth from the Dreadwood Forest like a wave of death, descending upon the unsuspecting defenders.

nSoldiers quickly formed up with their shields, Commanders screaming orders from the rear as mages started casting their spells.

nAmidst the chaos and turmoil, the clash of steel reverberated through the air. Defenders stood firm, their unwavering resolve matched only by their valiant swordplay.

nWith each swing, the defenders met the onslaught of the enemy, their skill and valor shining through the haze of battle.

nThe clash of metal against metal echoed, a symphony of defiance against the forces of darkness.

nAmidst the chaos, there were moments of clarity, where warriors stood tall, their swords glinting in the sunlight, as they faced the relentless tide of orcs and goblins.

nThe battle raged on with every soldier fighting with everything they had to protect what they held dear.

nArrows darkened the sky as archers unleashed volleys upon the charging swarm. Yet, for every orc or goblin struck down, two more seemed to take its place.

nThe air was thick with the stench of blood, and the ground was littered with fallen bodies.

nAs the dust settled it revealed the true nature of the assault, It marked the start of an unrelenting beast wave that happened three to four times a year.

nFrom that day onward, the soldiers of Frostholm understood that their mighty wall had become the prime target for the beast waves.

nWith determination and faith in the Goddess Ishtar, they fortified their defenses and devised strategies to counter the ever-present waves.

nYet, it was not only orcs and goblins that came. Darker and more sinister creatures emerged, attacking the defenders from both sides of the wall.

nDeep ditches were dug on both sides, the only way to cross was large wooden bridges that would be lifted up when waves happened.

nFrosthol, Wall stood firm, its defenders prepared to repel the waves of beasts that came straight from people’s nightmares.

nWith each passing day, the wall’s defenses grew stronger, it became an unyielding beacon in the north.

nIn this battle, the army would not yield, as it stood as the guardian of the south, warding off the hordes of vile beasts and savage creatures.

nCountless men and women fought valiantly and sacrificed their lives on the walls or later exploring the ruins to recover lost treasures.

nThe soldiers tirelessly defended the wall, time seemed to fly by in a blur. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and months into years.

nThe relentless attacks from all kinds of beasts kept them constantly on guard, but they never failed in their duty.

nAs the years passed, the survivors of the city settled down and formed towns.

nHouses and other needed structures were built, forming a network of towns that sought solace and protection from the wall.

nPeople from different walks of life, displaced by the doom, found refuge and a sense of belonging within these growing towns.

nThey thrived despite the constant threat from the waves. Busy markets emerged, bustling with activity as traders and merchants exchanged goods and stories.

nSchools were established, where children eagerly learned and dreamed of a brighter future. Families forged new bonds, supporting one another through the hardships they endured.

nThe passage of time on the walls took on a different rhythm, witnessing the growth of these communities over seasons and years.

nThe towns behind the wall thrived and blossomed with life, their dreams were shattered by an ominous surge from the very city the wall shielded them from.

nAmidst the ensuing chaos, a flicker of hope emerged. A prophecy whispered of a chosen one, garbed in white, accompanied by the moon and the sun, destined to triumph over the encroaching darkness.

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