Marching into the Evernight

In the early morning, the hills of Montelica seemed particularly quiet. Yang Yang stood on a boulder and looked down. ——There, the turbid sea has covered the earth, and countless monsters are rushing forward, trying to submerge the last land of mankind. "Are you scared?" The knight beside him asked softly. "No, although the number of enemies is indeed a bit... Large, this is by no means fear." Yang Yang replied in a low voice, then raised his trembling arms and held the black flag tightly. ——Under the dawn sun, as if appearing out of thin air, the silhouette of the soldier gradually began to emerge. Yang Yang smiled silently, then raised the flag high—— Above, a broken black crow was swaying in the wind. "The trembling is not because of fear, it is just because of the immense joy of finally being able to kill... "So, that's it. "