In a vast, lush mountain range.
All kinds of scouting posts and fortresses were scattered throughout the forest like stars in the sky.
Countless rats were scurrying back and forth in the forest.
On the small plain at the foot of the mountains, tents were packed so densely they almost carpeted the ground.
The Night Watcher Tactical Master—the "Hand of War" Alek—sat outside a tent, his gaze solemn as he looked toward the distant mountains.
At first glance, the entire mountain range seemed lush and verdant, full of greenery, if one ignored the foul vapors seeping out from between the plants.
"Those rats hiding in dark corners, and those damned Plague Believers." Even Alek, honored as the "Hand of War," could not help cursing viciously at this moment.
It was simply disgusting.
These rats were downright nauseating.
