On that fateful cloudy day, Auraes crumbled under Etura's force. With the sunlight muted by the overcast, Etura's force lay siege to the castle walls. Etura's generals demanded surrender from the royal family of Auraes. Cyrus steered his horse along the front lines of Etura's army, his eyes focused on the castle gates. *Will they fight to the death?* Cyrus mused quietly. *Well... not as if that matters.* It was the definite end, and Cyrus could bide his time patiently. As Cyrus looked on expec...