Echoed Plea from the Water Spirit Defense Zone

After the tide turned at Iron Gleam Heights, the battlefield quickly entered a new phase.

The Gray Fog still churned beyond the low slope. Black blood continued to seep from the fallen Ashen Rampart Beasts, and a low crackle came from the edge of the fireline.

Wounded soldiers were carried away behind the breach, bolt cases were counted again, cannon positions began their cooldown procedures, and broken caltrops were dragged aside—

Before Sheen could catch his breath, a new Short Code arrived.

"High-Tier Demonic Beast attacking Broken Horse Fief."

A second report followed immediately.

"Anomaly at the Whitefang contamination observation post. A horde of undead is advancing from deep within the Gray Fog toward the lowlands."

The cheers on the walls of Ironglow still echoed.

Sheen made his decision at once. His mobile forces had to turn toward the outer ring between Broken Horse Fief and Whitefang.

Ivan understood immediately. The Blackpine Mobile Knights resupplied at speed, replacing bolt cases and loading jars of Lamp Oil and Consecrated Shrapnel Jars—

The horses breathed white mist. The knights still bore the marks of battle, but their formation had already come together again.

As soon as they finished resupplying, Sheen led Ivan and the Blackpine Mobile Knights along the edge of the Gray Fog. Hooves thundered again as the column pushed around the outside of the low slope, swiftly leaving Iron Gleam Heights for the next flashpoint.

Ironglow's soldiers stood atop the wall and watched the Blackpine Knights ride back into the blood-red mist. They had witnessed an entirely new kind of power.

Elena stood behind the breach, her gaze following the white-haired figure as he receded into the distance. A pity I didn't get to have dinner with Sheen.

Sheen's role in the Blood Moon Season had changed. With the Blackpine