Night had fallen. Moonlight was hazy, and the scattered stars shimmered faintly across the vast sky, their light reflecting the scattered flames on the surface of Canopy Star.
But unlike the stars in the heavens, which had existed for who knew how many billions of years, the scattered lights on Canopy Star's surface had been born of brutal battles. They represented death and destruction far more than anything else.
So there was nothing beautiful about them, at least not to the people of Canopy Star.
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By now, Sajjanus, captain of the Shadowmoon Wolves' Fourth Company, and the elite troops under his command had been lying in wait for more than two hours at the largest supply and logistics camp belonging to their own forces.
Like a pack of cheetahs, they had carefully concealed themselves within the camp's perimeter and quietly waited for their prey to appear. But... for some reason, their expected prey still hadn't arrived, even though enough time had passed. The delay left them increasingly confused and anxious.
After all, they couldn't understand it. Based on the direction from which the Canopy Star infiltrators had been spotted approaching, their target had to be this place. But it was already late at night, and they had spent nearly half the night waiting in vain. Why hadn't the enemy shown up yet?
"Captain!"
"What's going on?"
"They should've arrived by now, shouldn't they?"
After waiting for a long time, one of the Shadowmoon Wolves' centurions finally couldn't hold back and asked Sajjanus, who was sitting beside him.
His face was full of impatience.
They had come here to set an ambush and had already waited a long time. If they kept waiting, they might as well write off the rest of the night.
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