The night was dark and the wind howled under the overcast sky.
The northern wind continued to whimper.
Upon the tall and solid castle walls, the soldiers patrolled restlessly, but they were unable to see everything hidden in the darkness.
In the shadows beneath the walls, rustling sounds arose, followed by the glint of eerie blood-red eyes.
Their skin was pallid, dressed in all-black tailcoats, bearing a blood-red crest of crossed daggers and violins on their chests—this was the "Nocturne" unit in the shadows.
However, the vampires present were all players.
The player known as "Wolf of the Dark Night" touched the castle wall and asked nervously:
"Brother Lang, this is a whole castle with tens of thousands of people inside. Are we really going to take it with just our small group?"
"Who told you we were going to attack the castle head-on?"
Swashbuckler replied disdainfully, giving the head of the recently duped junior brother a hefty slap.
"Ouch!"
