Night fell. Beneath the deep swells of dark-elemental particles, a troop clad in heavy armor and wielding mana firearms crept slowly toward the kingdom's fortress.
The howling cold wind swept the banners on the wall, rattling poles and cloth so that they cried loudly like banshees in each sentry's ears, adding a sharper, more murderous edge to the already oppressive atmosphere.
A lone moon hung high in the night sky, casting pale light across the frozen earth before the wall. Dark-red blood had already congealed beneath the snow; the silver sheen made it look like flowing red amber.
By Grand Duke Charles's orders, this assault force will use a light-and-dark hybrid spell, "Polarized Concealment Prism", to hide their forms, closing in on the Grant-held border fort under the cover of moonlight.
