As the minutes ticked away, the sun embarked on its journey toward the horizon, casting a golden glow over the land. The Hulwick island, shrouded in darkness, exuded an air of foreboding that sent shivers down the spines of the onlookers. Fear clung to them like a heavy cloak, their hearts pounding with trepidation.
Amidst the onlookers, the guardians stood tall and resolute, their unwavering loyalty to the Guardian Guild eclipsing their own fears. Those who had harbored doubts about facing the Dark Lord had fled, leaving behind a steadfast core of guardians ready to defend their cause.
As twilight descended upon the Ozer continent, the guardians on the airships sprang into action. They brought forth massive crystals infused with potent magic and activated the ancient runes etched upon them. Like radiant beacons, these crystals emitted a brilliant light that pierced through the encroaching darkness, illuminating the entire island.
