In the southern part of Britain, close to the plains outside Camelot.
This place was originally desolate, not even near the national road, and on usual days only some Morse and magical creatures roamed, rarely any fairies or humans approached here or were active in this area.
But now, tents have been set up, building a camp large enough to accommodate a legion of thousands.
Campfires burn everywhere in the camp, and numerous human soldiers stand guard and patrol. There are even small groups clearing the approaching Morse and magical creatures nearby, though not frequently, as they need to save energy for tomorrow's battle.
"Buzz!"
In such circumstances, a semi-circular door of darkness abruptly appeared in the camp, like a patch of blackness dyeing the space, slowly expanding.
The people around, upon seeing this scene, did not feel alarmed but continued doing their tasks.
