In the early hours, still far from sunrise, not even the faint twilight appeared in the eastern hills' sky, the starry night slightly darker than usual covered the land of the border areas, the night sky hung low, the dark blue heavens stretched from the towering walls of Winterwolf Fortress to the Cecil Clan's Longwind Fortress.
Knights in black helms and black armor gathered neatly under the night sky, swords sheathed, banners folded, horses controlled by magic potions and calming spells stood quietly, almost merging with the knights without making a sound—cold wind swept the land, the plains seemed to be a gathering of hundreds of steel-forged statues, silent and dignified.
A tall figure on horseback circled half a loop from the rear and returned to the forefront of the knights. His black steel armor appeared even more deep and heavy under the starlight, and from the visor covering his entire face came a low and majestic voice—
Sadly, it wasn't in human language.
