Morning.
The azure sky seemed to have been washed clean, clear and profound.
The sun gradually rose, and the first ray of sunlight pierced through the white clouds, shining upon the vast Death Desert.
North of Sandstorm City, outside the fortress built by the players.
Rows of player armies, fully armed, were slowly assembling.
From above, the immense camp looked like a giant beast constantly swallowing and spewing out soldiers, operating swiftly.
The sandstorm had passed, and Eve also confirmed the offensive plan of several top guilds through a hidden storyline from the officials.
As usual, the appearance of "hidden missions" once again ignited the players' enthusiasm, sparking a wave of participation.
The loss of players stopped.
And those who had returned to the Elf Forest due to exhausted enthusiasm also hurried back through the teleportation array...
Outside the players' camp.
After months of gaming, players became increasingly adept at assembling such a large army.
