A squad of Soul Guardians wove through the crowd like phantoms, their movements swift and stealthy.
Ahead, newly delivered supplies were piled at the entrance of the camp like mountains.
The surrounding alliance members were long accustomed to this.
The Night Watchers were always like this, with supplies so abundant it seemed endless; none had ever experienced such a "wealthy" battle.
Seven figures in black robes silently ascended to the top of the supply piles. The leader of the team lifted his hood, revealing a face covered with curse runes.
He raised a strangely shaped lens, carefully scanning the supplies, ensuring they did not contain those detestable items of the Evil God.
This was an essential inspection process. Even though the supplies had already been screened multiple times before being transported, they still needed a final check by the Soul Guardians.
