In the vast, desolate depths of the Sel Wilderness, about thirty kilometers south of the Scale Earth Rift.
It was late at night, and both the real and fake moons were completely swallowed by thick, dense clouds. The dim glow could hardly penetrate the cloud layers, causing the vast land below to be shrouded in a nearly tangible, suffocatingly thick darkness.
However, amidst this unfathomable blackness, there was a serpentine fire dragon silently advancing.
This was a torrent formed by elite cavalry and warriors clad in fine heavy armor, wielding long spears and battle spears, armed to the teeth, accompanied by numerous alchemy golems! The faint magical glow emitted from the seams of their armor and the halo of the alchemy runes combined together, forcefully dispelling large areas of the night, becoming the only vibrant light band in the darkness.
