The night tonight, even the starry sky and crescent moon are obscured by the blizzard.
Underneath a certain giant rock, a camp made of feathers is built.
Raphael adjusted the glasses on his nose and calculated the date.
"Today is the day of the map collapse again, tomorrow is the day to besiege the Fog Squad. This time, the Fog Squad is doomed."
Upon hearing their captain's words, the man with a single horn immediately interrupted him, saying, "Don't say such inauspicious things in the last sentence."
"What's so inauspicious about it?" Raphael replied incredulously, "I don't believe, with so many people besieging him, that he could possibly kill us all instead?"
Listening to their captain, the horned man began to pray.
Not only him, but all the other teammates were acting the same way, even the red-skinned devil was praying to the sky for something.
It seems they have experienced this kind of situation more than once.
