The new day dawned with a foreboding sense of unease. Wallace awoke early, his mind still heavy with the remnants of his haunting dream. Shaking off the lingering fear, he prepared himself for whatever the day might bring. His Mana Knights were already up and about, their disciplined movements a testament to their readiness.
Wallace stepped out of his quarters, greeted by the crisp morning air. The camp was bustling with activity as his knights made final preparations. The shadow wolves, ever loyal, were close by, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any sign of danger. Wallace felt a surge of confidence; today, they would be ready for anything.
However, as the morning progressed, a strange feeling settled over the camp. Wallace could sense it in the air, a shift in the atmosphere that set his nerves on edge. He called his lieutenants together, their faces mirroring his concern.
