Suddenly, the clear sky changed. Thick clouds rolled in fast and covered the last light of the sun. A low sound of thunder moved across the battlefield, and it sent a chill through every soldier.
The evening, which was already dim, fell into near total darkness.
Morderic's uneasy voice broke the silence. He tightened his grip on his spear and looked around. "They're here, but how are we supposed to fight in the dark? I can't see anything. Can you guys?"
He saw only dark shapes around him. Faces were barely visible. Nearby soldiers spoke in low voices, and fear slipped into their words.
Then a powerful voice exploded from the front like thunder.
"It's here. Prepare yourselves!"
It was the King Knight. Even in the dark, his presence could be felt clearly.
"It's the Three Legged Golden Crow!"
In the next second, the sky burst with light.
