The night was quiet and beautiful. Dreamlike darkness cloaked the land, and pale moonlight graced the late-autumn evening, adding a touch of cold, alluring beauty.
Moonlight filtered through the thick leaves in sparse, scattered patches. The branches of those few slender peach trees hung low.
A crescent moon hung against the heavens, its yellow curve draped in a hazy veil of mist, ethereal and understated, like a bright eye touched with its first hint of makeup.
Evely stood atop a building, his eyes fixed on the distant battle. Yes, distant-he had moved everyone away.
He was even relocating the Arathi Tribe's food. By now, Evely had resolved to move the entire tribe. No, it was more than a resolution; the Arathi Tribe was already carrying it out.
Moonlight shone down from the sky, and he watched the battle by its hazy glow.
His heart was taut with tension. Powerful-the enemies attacking them this time were truly powerful.
Yet the strength his general displayed was impressive as well. He had actually held them off.
As he watched that familiar purple light reduce the enemies from three to two, a smile appeared on Evely's face. He had just raised his arm to halt the relocation of the tribe's food when he saw one of the general's opponents suddenly transform. The enemy's body rapidly grew-three meters, five meters, then ten meters in the blink of an eye.
He had transformed into a beast, one Evely had never seen before.
A roar shook the surroundings, sending the beasts in their pens into restless agitation. Such might made Evely's newly settled heart leap into his throat again. He no longer entertained the thought of halting the food's relocation.
Meanwhile, Rex smiled amid the battle. The archmage's tactical intelligence was unquestionably outstanding.
Defeating his enemies and