It was especially dark that night.
The moon retreated within the deep recesses of the clouds, and the deep purple sky was almost pitch black.
A total of forty people stood in front of the manor, their silhouette figures almost making them completely invisible under the umbrella of deep darkness.
They stared at the compound with sharp eyes, gleams of ambition embedded in each pair.
'Logan and the other seventeen should have set things up within the Manor.'
Indeed.
The current members of the Sunlit Order numbered fifty-eight, rather than their intended sixty.
They were previously fifty-nine, but with Davin's demise, this was the new total.
That didn't matter now, though.
Not anymore.
With eighteen inside and forty invading from outside, the plan could still be implemented.
In fact, success in the early stage was already guaranteed.
"Now then…" Serena's mature voice echoed in the dark field as she set her eyes on the tall walls that protected the Manor beyond.
