A beam of magical radiance pierced through layers of darkness, ascending into the sky——
The light illuminated the vast expanse of the earth, its edges shifting over the ruins, outlining the remnants of the South Gate of Fir City.
The harsh lines on the cold, impassive face of Fire Land Battalion's Great Commander Fern also shifted in the light's contours. The tall man stood motionless in the night, both hands clasped over the sword hilt carved with a demon's head, his grave gaze fixed ahead——the forest on the horizon seemed to form a faint ink line in the darkness, mist creating a thin layer of nocturnal haze, but sounds of footsteps rustling closer from the dark side gradually approached, a sound like the footsteps from hell.
But it was a massive army marching in unison.
