The Shadows of Hardrian

In the sky far beyond anyone’s reach, dark clouds gathered and turned into a black giant that completely devoured the light of the morning sun. Soon, raindrops would probably fall, washing away all the blood on the surface of the earth. The gloomy sky only made the atmosphere tenser on the battlefield. The current atmosphere made it seem like it was already nighttime.

The situation on the battlefield changed once again when the Fosso Clan received reinforcement. Two sage mages and eleven high-level knight mages. That was a force strong enough to turn the tide of the battle. Once in despair, the mages of the Fosso Clan’s morale were lifted. They let out a loud cheer, feeling emboldened as if they had already secured their victory. They were like small animals looking for a big tree to shelter them as the storm raged, and the group of people who were continuously radiating waves of tremendous powers seemed like a strong enough tree to withstand this ferocious lightning storm.