Arrival of Night Castle's Knights

Four days later, seated on the rooftop of a building, Ember gazed at the elite army of two thousand, facing a hulking man who had his arms crossed.

His aura alone was sufficient to subdue an army that was not his own. The size and intimidating appearance of his armor led many to speculate about its weight. The only element softening their expressions was the fox perched on his shoulder.

As she glanced around, such a simple action appeared so endearing that it caused many to second-guess their determination.

"Prepare, we're heading out at high noon," his deep voice resonated as he shifted his gaze toward the extensive row of airships in the distance.

Four hailed from the soul race, four belonged to the Dark Light, and the last one was part of his party. "What are we waiting for?" Nebula inquired, and Cristian hummed. "For our forces."