Late at night, all was quiet.
Not a single sound could be heard in the serenity of Noir Village.
Suddenly, Caroline Edwin, who had been asleep on her bed, opened her eyes. Her gaze pierced through the door, watching the ancient soldiers wandering in the corridor outside.
Getting out of bed and lifting the covers, she was dressed in light blue pajamas.
She walked to the door and turned the handle, allowing the oblivious ancient soldiers to drift about inside her home.
As she paced into the living room, she noticed the minute life energies that the soldiers amassed, converging onto a man in the center.
Judging from his armor, the man in the center seemed to be a deputy general. His body was riddled with arrow wounds, scarred all over.
The helmet on his head had long since fallen off. He held a sharp sword in his hand, still emanating a faint aura of lethal power.
