Human, Elf, Dwarf, and other race soldiers gathered to discuss the latest intelligence, their emotions high, but each face lined with exhaustion and heaviness.
In one corner, High Tier Warlock Knight Hill drew his sword and stood, his brow furrowed as he gazed up at the most brilliant stars of the night sky, muttering to himself:
"Though they appear peaceful on the surface, I feel the oppression behind the heavens... This is the beginning of a new contest, and our true test..."
Annie clutched the hilt of her sword, listening intently to the faint mental wave feedback, yet unaware of the shadow lurking within the Silver Moon Saintess, stirring restlessly and gradually expanding to erode consciousness...
The night deepened, thicker and more obscure than before.
Yet despite this, at this moment, the world was still suffused with an uplifting atmosphere woven from resilience and hope, even as the chasm grew more apparent, even with betrayal possibly arriving at any moment.
