The next day.
The weather was exceptionally gloomy.
A murky dusk covered the desolate plains, as if it was about to rain, with the cool mist drenched in the deathly stillness of late autumn.
Faint lightning flashed through the gaps in the clouds.
The location of the Painful Esoteric Sect's dry campus was to the left of Seden Town and bordered by mountains on the right, with a large expanse of continuous woods behind the hills.
Hidden among the trees, pairs of eyes watched the base below intently.
These uninvited guests were wrapped in deep black hoods. Underneath the hoods were pure white helmets, the garb of the frontal Holy Knights; behind the knights, the saints acting as scouts had a cold gleam flickering in their eyes as they looked down at the base from afar.
In the very back were the mages and priests.
This entire troop consisted of fully one hundred and fifty second-order saints.
It was almost half-past eleven.