On the battlefield, there wasn't a single Sakura player left.

The undead seemed to have lost their target. Their previously fierce and menacing demeanor gradually calmed down, becoming dazed and bewildered.

The skeletal knight sat astride his horse at the forefront of all the undead. The fire of his soul flickered slightly as he first glanced southwest, then turned his gaze toward White Bear City.

The aura of the living was drawing him in. His instincts told him there were many vibrant lives within the city ahead, but he subconsciously halted his steps. Yet the allure grew stronger, overwhelming everything else.