In the city of Ambeser, the Silver Smith River was just a small ditch. A rainstorm nearly overflowed its low and flat bank, and at this moment, everyone stared at the water's surface.
The water trembled as if it were milk in a glass placed on the table.
The surface of the entire Silver Smith River quivered slightly.
Until a long spear pierced through the rain curtain—
The spear tip shimmered, resembling a Silver Shuttle, causing all raindrops to fly away from its sides. A rider with silver hair billowing, a snow-white cloak unfurled like a flag, painted with pure lilies, seemingly still flickering on a battlefield from a thousand years ago.
"Elf?"
The thought barely flashed in the mind of the noble private soldiers holding a family hostage on the other side of the riverbank. He was completely stunned, mouth agape, staring in astonishment at the growing spear tip in his view.
In an instant.
