The hazy night shrouded the land.
The night sky resembled a navy-blue curtain studded with twinkling stars, a sight that drew one into a deep reverie. Amid the stillness and peace, silvery moonlight spilled over the ground, and the plaintive chirping of crickets sounded everywhere. The fragrance of night filled the air, weaving a soft net that enveloped the entire landscape.
The moonlight shone like silver, reaching everywhere, while the bamboo on the mountains turned into a black mass beneath it. In the grass nearby, insects chirped as thickly as falling rain.
Beacon towers gave off a gentle glow, driving back the surrounding darkness.
The power that fueled the beacon towers was magic.
Mana Stones rested atop each tower.
Though it was the dead of night, the valley was anything but quiet.
Figures constantly moved back and forth. With beacon towers everywhere, the valley had none of the darkness one would expect at night. Gleaming white light made it as bright as day.
Rex stood in the center, looking at the several hundred High Mages lined up before him.
Behind the mages stood Gryphon Riders and Dragonhawk Riders, each leading a mount.
The High Elves of the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas had arrived with their Dragonhawk Riders shortly after nightfall.
Vincent had arranged for them to rest for a while before gathering everyone after midnight.
This operation brought together four powers: the Kingdom of Quel'Thalas, the Kingdom of Dalaran, the Wildhammer Dwarves, and the Kingdom of Gilneas.
It was a plan to launch a surprise attack on the undead fleet at the Eastern Shore.
Looking at everyone standing ready before him, Rex felt a surge of bold confidence.
In this operation, the surprise attack was merely an appetizer, the first stage of the plan. The second stage would see troops march