The team passed through the city gate, walked approximately a kilometer along a dirt road, and stopped at an open flat area.
Here, not far from Stone Hammer City, the outline of the city walls could be seen, surrounded by empty grasslands and sparse forests in the distance.
The view was unobstructed; if anyone approached, they could be seen at a glance.
The Knights began to set up camp; some erected tents, some dug trenches, some arranged sentries.
The Mages set up simple warning Magic Arrays around the camp, while the Warriors led the horses to designated areas to feed them hay.
Everything proceeded in an orderly manner, but the air carried a stifling atmosphere.
Everyone knew that in three days, there would be a showdown that would decide their fate.
If they won, the Light Sect could establish itself in Stone Hammer City. If they lost, they would have to leave in defeat.
All they could do was wait in the camp, wait for the young man in the white robe to make his move.
