That night, mountain ranges undulated like a series of great black dragons coiling upon the earth. Head to tail, they intertwined and cluttered together, melding into one entity. Moonlight cast mottled shadows, and the night was dense. The mountain contours, vast woods, and rugged strange rocks all appeared and disappeared within the darkness, creating a mysterious atmosphere.
Standing on flat ground and looking up, the overlapping contours of the mountain ranges pierced into the heavens as if to tear through the thick curtain of night.
"Is the Military ready?"
The tall man in gray clothes retracted his gaze, his voice authoritative. Despite being shrouded in the hazy darkness, his robust and muscular silhouette could not be hidden. His limbs were enveloped in a hunting-style jacket, tightly stretched around the sleeves. On his right hand, a dark ring was particularly conspicuous, engraved with the shape of a Cross Sword.
