Late at night, within the sunless gray fog.
Clip-clop, clip-clop—
Hooves thundered as six knights spurred their mounts forward, racing south at full speed.
"Rooooaaar—!"
A shrill scream rang out, and in an instant, corrupted creatures filled the surroundings. As far as the eye could see, corrupted corpses surged in from every direction, pouring through countless narrow paths like thin black and gray floods, seeping little by little into this shattered world.
At the very front of the formation, the leading knight held a mist-dispelling lamp. Through her helmet, she let out a hoarse, near-hysterical shout:
"Break through! We're almost at Nightfall Domain!"
The moment the words left her mouth, she drew the exquisitely crafted dagger strapped to her thigh and drove it straight into her warhorse's body. The horse screamed in agony, its speed surging sharply.
Sherry's heart bled.
