Chapter 279: Night of the Blood Moon

The silhouette of Kilmerton Fortress shrouded in the night, loomed like a giant beast lurking in the darkness.

The garrison bore solemn expressions, every nerve tightly wound, on high alert against unknown threats. The sudden defeat to the south had left the soldiers wary of repeating the mistake.

Countless torches and fire pits illuminated every corner like daylight. Teams of soldiers traversed steadily between the walls, passages, and tower bridges. A tense atmosphere permeated the night, but the sight of comrades everywhere gradually dispelled the innate fear in the hearts of these social creatures.

A secluded turn of the fortress corridor... Shadows flickered eerily as if alive.

A biting cold wind slipped through the small windows of the outer wall, silently creeping into the corridor like a ghost.

The nearest wall lamp's candle flame was snuffed out with a "puff" by the biting winter breeze.

A small patch of darkness covered the area.