The moon hung suspended in mid-air. It was nothing like the pure and flawless Silver Moon Gem that Laisa had described to him — the only one in the world, mysterious and beautiful.
Now it was evil and terrifying, exuding a strong sense of coldness, its moonlight stark white, unsettling.
Green didn't act rashly.
"What should we do now?"
He swore on Aaron's life, the Silver Moon Knights standing on either side of the passage were certainly no ordinary foes.
A hundred years ago, the Silver Moon Knights, the unique troops of the Silver Moon Domain, were light-armored units; they were powerful in life, and only Third Rank Knights and higher could wear armor.
Currently, more than thirty Silver Moon Knights stood orderly, blocking the way.
Laisa found it troublesome as well; the Prophet hadn't told her the specifics. She took a step forward, her left hand enveloped in a silver glow, testing the reactions of those Silver Moon Knights from afar.
