3 A.M., Ceston Empire's border.
"Damn, they knew about my attack!" Staurious sprinted into the woods, not even giving a second glance to his screaming companions behind. His body reeked with sweat and blood; his clothes were in tatters. His face was pale, and he looked miserable.
After taking down the first garrison, he thought it would be a piece of cake to complete the mission. However, when he attacked, he realised that there was a huge army waiting for him. Intermediate Rank 3 mage was their leader, in addition to five low Rank 3 mages.
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