The night sky was exceptionally clear tonight, with a tilted moon hanging among the dazzling stars, casting a faint light over the earth.
Though the light was weak, both sides present were elite warriors, and their vision in the dark remained largely unaffected.
At this moment, three hundred thousand troops of Divine Beasts and over two hundred thousand Undead of the Divine Race stood like statues on the north and south sides of the City of Order, locked in a standoff.
Apart from the rustling sound of banners swaying in the wind, there were no other noises. The eerie silence sent shivers down the spine.
In the midst of this blood-stained, grim atmosphere, neither side rushed to attack. Both patiently awaited commands from their respective commanders.
Opposite the city, seven gods stood motionless at the forefront of the Divine Beast army, lined up in a row. The collective aura they emanated made the players on the opposing side uneasy, their foreheads drenched with cold sweat.
