Under the starlight and silvery moon, the shadows of the trees danced upon the Winston manor. The leaves flickered like candlelight, creating a new picture from moment to moment. Amid the perfume of the summer blooms, feeling the cool of the evening wash over the Pentown as the waves kiss sun-warmed sand. The green-colored atmosphere was getting mixed with cloudy light. Little showers of rain were blowing down on the manor as the soldiers and the guardians patrolled the area vigilantly. They were all informed about Noah's decision to summon the Dark Lord. Hence, the soldiers looked pale and gawked at the sky, expecting the Dark Lord to arrive anytime. The sun slowly disappeared from the horizon, paving the way for the darkness to conquer the land. When the stars peeked through the night sky and the silvery moon bathed the land with its dazzling light, the nobles who left the manor returned. This time, they stayed in the air, keeping their distance from the Winston manor.