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Explosions, screams, and the whizzing of arrows intermingled.
For a moment, everyone was unsure if they were on the legendary Ashen Front Line or in the rural fields north of Makala...
They were all enveloped by a strong sense of unreality.
Was this a dream? And if so, a nightmare at that...
Ever since that small Floating City had viciously collided with their own invisible Floating City, the enemy attacks had been raining down from who knew where.
No one knew where their opponents were.
Where did they come from?
How many were there?
What was their rank?
No idea.
Completely clueless!
After all, this wasn't something these Black Knights were supposed to know!
Such a huge Floating City was drifting in the sky; why was there no warning?
Where were the Magicians who accompanied them? What about the overseers?
Wasn't it said that leading them was a Fifth-Level Soul Hunter? Were their senses for decoration?
