The impression of the Prairie people in Warren people's heart was that they were brave and skilled in war.
The fear that the Prairie people were facing was not that they were not brave enough, but that of their natural instincts.
The Prairie soldiers couldn't defy the suppression of natural order.
A mirage with huge wings on its back and spiral horns formed before them. It roared towards the moon, sending some of the trembling soldiers falling to the ground and others fleeing in panic.
Fear carved a deep impression in the men's head; the scene before them reminded them of what had happened before in Lightning Fortress.
"It's the devil! He is back!"
A sudden shout sounded.
The shout made Kieran who was absent-minded and stunned on the spot turn his attention to the source of it unconsciously.
On the opposite mountain wall, the deserter that made an impression in Kieran's mind was there.
"The spy?"