Another dark night.
This night, the sky was dim and lightless, with no stars twinkling, nor a full moon hanging high.
The entire world was engulfed in a lightless darkness, a rare night of pure black.
And at this moment.
On a slightly raised hill in the wilderness, there was a node of Magic Power.
And on this hill, a group of silhouettes could be seen.
Chadite stood at the edge of the hill, watching the front, alert to the surrounding situation.
She wasn't the only one.
Lucilia, Julia, and Juanlu were also standing guard around the area.
Along with the Puppet Girl.
And the strongest here, the Great Elder who had reached the Eighth Stage.
Although it wasn't appropriate to call him the Great Elder anymore, he should be addressed as the Elemental Leader, but the former title had stuck.
Besides these, Henggs could be seen riding a spectral warhorse, leading a group of ghostly horsemen patrolling the area.
