The Black Moon's fall, golden rain, storms, elemental omens, the collapse of the Tiamat Law, the exodus of the shallow-sea natives, endless darkness.
This night was destined to be anything but peaceful.
In the countryside around Golan-Elson, the mountain folk ran out of their homes and gazed up at the starry sky. After the golden rain fell, shadows enveloped the forest. In the darkness, only the mad roars of shamans and prophets, the barking of dogs, and the sounds of animals running through the woods could be heard, coming from near and far.
Yet the pairs of eyes in the darkness were exceptionally bright, reflecting the silver line stretching across the sky.
"Look, this suffering that runs rampant across the world..."
"Lady Martha, when will it finally end?"
The mountain wind carried away the mountain folk's ancient songs.
The monster army gathered in the Yusong Mountains. They were the wolf packs commonly found beyond the borders of Eluin civilization. Led by a silver-haired agile she-wolf, they pounced toward the Silman region, forming a thick black carpet dozens of miles away.
Howls rose and fell like the blaring horns of an army.
Two young men lying on high ground near the Chablis Mountains stared blankly at the scene. The sound of hundreds of thousands of black wolves running across the ground rolled like thunder through the clouds and could be heard clearly from miles away. The two men trembled in the bushes, not daring to move a muscle or even breathe too loudly. This was the place where the Blood Staff had met its end. Before dying, it had let out a shrill howl, cursed Queen of Lamia Yarvite, and sworn a bitter oath that its soul would wander until the day of death arrived—when it and Yarvite would perish together.