Newcomer Arrival(1)

The tranquil night was fated to crumble, its serenity shattered by the impending turmoil. Despite the chilling breeze that swept through the camp, it seemed to have no effect on the bustling activity of the people. They moved about in a frenzied frenzy, creating a swirling cloud of dust amidst the tents. Their faces were etched with nervousness, their actions hurried, as if sensing the approach of imminent danger. Many among them hastily armed themselves before heading towards the rear of the camp.

Amidst the bustling chaos, not far from the camp, a young boy dressed in black emerged, accompanied by his two maids. Ward. The boy was none other than Desmond. As he beheld the scene before him, he wasted no time activating his spell. A tiny white ball materialized in mid-air, casting a radiant glow around his body.