At dusk, deep in the forest outside the Land of Eternal Death, dense fog spread across the dark river. Water murmured as waves passed over the rocks, forming whirlpools that dragged branches and driftwood floating downstream from the upper reaches into spinning descents toward the riverbed. Now and then, they drew one or two conspicuous white streaks through the heavy night.
A battle of offense and defense was underway on the riverbank. "Endless March!" Fuxia resembled a solitary peak coiling above the forest. A card radiating black light spun upon her seventh horn before finally stopping, revealing a scene of the Spirit Servant Army marching across a pitch-black plain.
Countless skeletons tore through the wet soil and crawled out from underground. Mud slid from their bodies, revealing stark white bones, and the filthy evil spirits staggered to their feet on the riverbank. From a distance, they looked like a sea of chilling ghostly flames in the darkness, surging toward Medisa and Hypamira on the opposite side of the battlefield.
"Heavenly Armament!" The Little Princess of the Silver Elves threw out a card as well. With a point of her finger, the card instantly floated in midair. Specks of silver light gathered around it, as though the radiance of countless ages had been bestowed upon it. On the card's face, beams of light pierced down like swords from above the sacred clouds, just as the card described: "When the Light of Judgment plows across the battlefield, the Undead Army will be reduced to ashes."
The Spellweaver's power resonated with the entire world. The three of them looked up to see a golden cloud suddenly rolling across the pitch-black night sky. Blinding light descended from above the clouds, shining over the forest and enveloping the riverbank. Sacred flames immediately ignited across the