Night had fallen over the continent, but no one had slept that night.
A cold wind passed through the plains, mountains, forests, and holy cities; a heavy wind that seemed itself aware that the thousand-year balance of the world was on the verge of breaking.
In the north of the continent, inside an old tavern near the border of the frozen lands, the sound of laughter and music had long gone silent.
The yellow light of candles fell on the rough faces of adventurers, and everyone was staring at the communication crystal in the middle of the hall; a crystal showing a blurred image of the desolate ruin and that red sky.
"They say the entire Sky Knights Guard has been deployed…" A young man's voice trembled.
"Just to kill one person…"
No one answered. Because even saying that sentence seemed unreal.
The Sky Knights Guard was a legend to ordinary people, a legend they didn't even know was real or not.
