Early September.
Valhalla Canyon, deep into the night.
Located about three hundred kilometers outside the eastern border of the Arolan Kingdom, the valley stretched far and wide, with treacherous terrain, serving as a hidden shortcut to the Arolan Kingdom.
Towering cliffs rose thousands of meters high on both sides of the canyon, with sharp peaks piercing the sky and numerous daunting ravines like a series of shocking scars.
The bright moonlight showered the rock walls of the canyon, where the edges faintly revealed strange vegetation swaying in the night wind.
However, the serenity that should have been there was shattered by the clamor of battle.
Every clash was accompanied by the thunderous crash of collapsing rocks and falling trees, deafening to the ear.
Surging magic power ran wild in the canyon, forcefully pushing back the roaring waters, which flowed backward in mid-air, bellowing with a thunderous roar.