Half Moon Bay.
This coastal city is actively preparing for war, and the chaos from a few months ago has already been contained.
Half of the city's control has fallen into the hands of the Night Watchers.
"Thanks to the United Army's frontline, the pressure on our defenses has eased significantly," said a Night Watcher captain.
Originally, they were isolated by the rats, but they were still subjected to attacks and harassment from them.
Now, with the good news from the other side and the establishment of winter defenses, the pressure they face is gradually easing.
The Tactical Master nodded, rubbing his brow.
The decisive action earlier gained him the title of Tactical Master, but managing the affairs of such a large port city has somewhat exhausted him.
"Where is Mage Calvin?"
"I don't know, rumor has it he's meeting friends."
"Meeting friends?"
...
"Calvin, your mentor and I are considered friends. So? Can't you tell me the purpose of your visit this time?"
