It was early morning.
But the forest was still shrouded in darkness and silence, with white mist creeping over the woodland, carrying a piercing chill, and the edges of the rows of spears reflecting the cold light of the bonfire, eerie and chilling.
The Druids formed a team to search the forest, their footsteps creating a rustling noise on the leaves that broke the dead silence.
Someone coughed on the front lines, the air filled with a choking scent of blood. When Brand arrived, the Druids had already organized a counterattack, reclaiming parts of the Rose Wall.
Standing on an open position between the forests, looking into the distance, the darkness revealed numerous Black Wolf corpses on the gray-yellow grass not far away.
These corpses would shrink within a day or two, transforming into pure Magic Crystals.
