Ten dark shadows quietly stole into the ravine.
They had never seen such messed up defenses. The card artisans from Dark Fog looked at each other, each seeing the hint of contempt in the others' eyes. With such outstanding geographic conditions, they still hadn't perceived the slightest bit of defensive pressure. No wonder they looked down on them.
They were a little confused about why those people had actually wanted Dark Fog to go out. Wasn't that a waste of resources? But even though their expressions showed contempt, they still moved in complete silence. Plus, they had gotten rigorous training on their special jet stream cards, which made them look like a light bit of smoke fluttering by. The dark was giving them their best cover. If they hadn't happened to lift their heads, it would be difficult to see those ten shadows swiftly wandering along the cliffs.
