The black clouds in the night sky thickened above the Anson mountains within the former Ulan Empire. Drizzling rain soaked every inched of soil, bringing with them a chill that cuts into bone.
And so the moon vanished, allowing darkness to surge here like a tidal wave.
As it grew late into the night, fog cascaded, causing the still gumtree forest to dance like specters in the wind.
On his warhorse, Caesar stood before the village he watched over, falling silent as he watched the looming and seemingly endless armies of Death Shades.
After a long time, the heroic spirit knight gently stroked his mount that revived as a heroic spirit like him, making a speechless bitter smile. "Really, this number…" he mumbled. "It's even more than the time I died."
