On this hot summer night, only the crickets were overwhelmed by the heat, constantly letting out struggling cries.
Amid the chirping in the wilderness, a camp lay on the plains outside Gale Castle.
A hot wind from the Jade Sea fluttered the Knights' triangular banners, the emblem of the castle and eagle billowing fiercely.
Between the charred wooden fences and spiked stakes were guards napping with spears and rows of hitching posts, where a few riding horses dozed with drooping heads.
Looking north from the camp, they could just spot the brightly lit Gale Castle, a place of revelry for knights and nobles.
In the lowest corner of the camp to the southeast lay a smaller, peculiar camp, or rather, a prison.
Compared to the bright Gale Castle, this small camp was terrifyingly dark, as it was the Wizards' camp.
To be precise, it wasn't just the camp of captured Wizards but slaves kept by the Sand Sculpture Knight Nidesar.
