Surprisingly, the night was something that suited the Kingdom of Mibothen, not because of its darkness, but because when the moon finally appeared between the clouds, all the white snow that rested softly on the ground began to shine brightly, making each and every landscape in this kingdom dazzling, even in the midst of the destruction created by the local paranormal disturbance.
After a few hours of gathering, the army of players finally completely surrounded the Royal Capital.
The moon was already low, indicating that there were only a few more hours until dawn. Time was running out.
Taznaar, the Fire Elementalist, stood on a hill to the northwest of the Capital, watching the city's skyline with sharp eyes. He had a serious look, but a confident smile on his face. Next to him was Leohorn the Viking and Lara Davidson the rifler.
