It was night again, and the Dark Bat Hawks arrived as expected.
Compared to the previous night, the invading armies were much calmer.
All warriors had found cover before dark.
Be it foxholes, fences, or hastily built earthen walls.
In short, whether dealing with Night Stalkers on land or confronting Dark Bat Hawks in the sky, everyone looked experienced.
Inside the tent at the center of the camp, a Sentinel Corps member flickered in the shadows of a corner.
"Have you found out?"
Delilah was expressionless, her face betraying no emotion.
"Reporting to Your Majesty, it has been ascertained."
"Speak!"
Delilah's tone was flat. It was normal for the mixed armies to have wavering morale.
She just hadn't expected those profit-blinded human mercenaries and merchant groups to leave the main force at this time.
"Are they not afraid of death?"
"Or, in their eyes, are we the bait attracting the dark creatures?"
Delilah was analyzing human nature; her guess was not wrong.
