King Wickcliff found it difficult to understand the situation unfolding before him, but whether he could comprehend it or not, this inexplicable scene was happening on this fallen land and was altering the fate of many.
The Holy Dusk Combat Group, electing for a nighttime assault under the dark winter sky, rose like a mighty rock in the dark waves, withstanding the raging tides and halting an almost determined fate, beginning to gradually reverse the tide of the entire battlefield.
