For the protectors of Frost, tonight was destined to be a sleepless night.
The clouds still hung over Dagger Island, the eerie remains of the "Sea Swallow" lingered outside the harbor, and just at this critical moment, the Mist Fleet, shrouded in countless terrifying legends, approached the nearby City-State.
The cursed fleet of the Undead had finished assembling, silently staying at the edge of the near sea, unknown to anyone what their intentions were or what they wanted to do next.
The Commander of Harbor Defense, Lister, had rested for barely an hour at midnight before returning to the command office, where he met several other commanders with furrowed brows and a secretary who had just arrived from the city hall.
