Thousands of soldiers lay in ambush around a plain, surrounded by sparse trees and mountain rubble from unknown sources.
They were distributed several hundred meters apart on either side, facing each other.
There was no intention to hide at all.
On the road ahead, there were some deeply hidden traps.
A cavalryman's horse snorted softly.
The knight immediately soothed the horse, as it was crucial to remain silent and wait now.
Light shone down from the sky.
From afar, the small plain appeared devoid of soldiers.
It seemed that the soldiers who were ambushed here just a moment ago had suddenly disappeared.
An ordinary man with gray long hair, holding a staff as tall as himself, was clad in fine light armor.
The gemstone on the staff emitted a faint glow.
This glow attracted magic power and adhered it to the surface of many soldiers.
Causing them to blend into their surroundings.
