The battlefield before their eyes.
In an instant, it fell silent, or rather they didn't originally intend to be quiet, but at this moment, they had no choice but to halt their actions.
Whether demons, apostles, rats, or Night Watchers.
The wavering of the soul was the same for all.
This was an incredible power, influencing the soul, forcing them to halt their actions to stabilize the soul's trembling.
An icy cold wind.
The crisp sound of hooves.
Everyone clearly knew something was coming toward them.
At the outermost perimeter.
The warriors unaffected by this power, yet they clearly saw something charging from afar.
That burning, green Soul Fire.
The sound of hooves, the clatter of bones.
"Are those our people?" the Rat General on the ratmen's defense line questioned.
Clad in dried-up bones engulfed in eerie green flames, how could it not look so evil?
Yet a cultist beside him shook his head.
"Perhaps not."
"So evil, could it still be the Night Watchers' people?"
