The night tide surged, and shadows crowded the edge of the embankment.
A squad of knights held their breath, concealed beneath gray cloaks.
Yet their surroundings were utterly quiet, without the slightest hint of impending battle.
"Will they really come?" a young knight finally couldn't help asking.
Elliott frowned. "Quiet. If Lord Louis said they would, then they will."
Then he turned and asked the adjutant behind him in a low voice, "The timber and oil barrels here have all been moved, haven't they?"
"Everything's been moved. Only a few battered wooden frames remain. It won't matter if they burn those."
Elliott nodded, reassured at last, and continued watching the black water.
Before long, a thunderous boom tore through the night.
An enormous deep-sea fish over ten meters long, driven forward by a group of Fishmen, slammed into the embankment.
The wooden pilings shook, mud shot skyward, and droplets rained down like arrows.
The camp at Dawnlight Harbor immediately descended into chaos. Noise erupted as laborers dressed as soldiers fled in every direction.
The leader of the Fishmen lurking in the shadows curled his lips slightly. The plan worked.
Meanwhile, in the darkness along the other side of the embankment, dozens of Fishmen were quietly climbing up.
Their scales gleamed eerily. They carried venom-coated bone spears, and the bulging leather sacks slung over their shoulders gave off a faint smell of lamp oil.
Not all Fishmen were mindless monsters. A small number retained their intelligence, and some were even cleverer than ordinary humans.
Thus, they had devised a diversion, hoping to destroy these human camps that had suddenly appeared and reclaim their backyard.
Of course, they hadn't expected the cunning humans to possess the ability to foresee the future.
"Now!" Elliott roared. Crimson battle aura burst from his body as