Tariel Continent.
Front line.
The air is thick with smoke, blood, and the Peculiar decayed sweetness unique to the void.
This smell was mind-numbing at first.
But now.
Once you get used to it, it's just like that.
Life is so adaptable; perhaps it's a small sign of void corruption.
Night Watch soldiers and adventurers on the city walls, their armor covered with cracks and dull stains.
Faces mixed with fatigue and resilience, staring hard at the buffer zone ahead, shrouded in grey mist, like a battlefield meat grinder.
A faint fluctuation came from behind.
Everyone felt it.
They looked back.
Suddenly, at the horizon's edge, the gray sky was torn apart by a silver-gray Order brilliance.
"What is that?!"
An eagle-eyed Elf Ranger exclaimed, the longbow in his hand quivering slightly, pointing to the sky.
Everyone's gaze was instantly drawn.
They saw a majestic giant tower, floating slowly, like a divine creation from mythology.
