On a quiet night, the bright moon hung high, casting its cool light into every corner of Icewave Academy. Dressed in fitted black combat clothes, Ye Lingyun stood tall in the academy's meeting room. He raised his head slightly, his stern gaze sweeping slowly over the surrounding walls. Built of solid bluestone, they exuded an air of ancient solemnity. Portraits of heroes from generations past hung upon them, each seeming to recount bygone glories beneath the moonlight. Every hero's eyes held a longing for the stars, their burning gazes seeming to pierce time and space and inspire those who came after them.
The atmosphere in the meeting room was solemn and grave, as though even the air had frozen. Dean Bing Xin sat at one end of the long table, dressed in white robes, her hair snowy white and her face both kindly and commanding. Before her lay a map of the Star Great Plane, fashioned from precious beast hide, with golden lines marking the Shadow Race's territory. Her fingers rested lightly on the map, deep concern showing in her eyes.
"Ye Lingyun, you have already proven your strength and courage." Dean Bing Xin's voice echoed through the meeting room, steady and powerful, with a note of appreciation. "Now we have an important mission for you."
Ye Lingyun's gaze sharpened. He could sense the importance of this mission. He drew a deep breath, his chest rising slightly, then nodded slowly. "Dean, please tell me what the mission entails."
Dean Bing Xin took a document from a drawer, its cover stamped with mysterious runes. She handed it to Ye Lingyun, her eyes full of trust. "The Shadow Race's army is gathering. We must launch a surprise raid before they begin their full-scale offensive. We need you to form a squad, penetrate