A border guard patrol team from the Haltai Duchy was rigorously patrolling along their designated border line, which they firmly believed belonged to them.
Their footsteps were heavy, and the bronze scale armor shimmered with a ghostly blue hue under the cold moonlight.
Unknowingly, they stepped into the disputed area where both sides adamantly claimed sovereign rights.
As expected, it was no surprise.
Almost as soon as they entered this sensitive zone, on the other side of the river valley, a patrol team from the Abel Duchy, also on patrol duty, emerged like ghosts from the shadows of the pine forest.
Their upper bodies were covered in heavy black iron-forged breastplates, which seemed to absorb all the light under the moonlight, appearing particularly somber and murderous.
In the cold moonlight, the rushing surface of the Alva River was sliced into countless flickering silver scales.
