Nightfall.
Thick clouds covered the silver moon in the night sky.
The moonlight was weak, like a faint splash of elegant ink in the dark night, appearing and disappearing.
Five or six hundred meters outside the south gate of Firefly City, in a dug trench, three scouts lay watching the movements at the distant city gate.
"Firefly City is like a turtle shell. We've been attacking it for so many days without success, it's really exhausting."
"Well, it's all because of the Black Rock Leopard; those monsters are too troublesome. I heard they're puppets made by a wizard."
"Tsk, wizards... It's said there is a wizard in the Flashing Territory, which is why the Marquis sent two Counts to bring such a large force."
"Are wizards really as powerful as the legends say?"
The scout lying on the far left said doubtfully. After waiting for a long time without a response from his companions, he turned his head in confusion and was stunned to find them collapsed on the ground, motionless.
