C111 Legion Iron Prison
In the blink of an eye, night fell.
One by one, the soldiers stood guard outside of the Spirit Creek Dock like spears stabbed into the ground.
In the shadows, a figure flashed past.
"Hmm?"
A soldier seemed to have sensed something and turned around, but he didn't find anything.
Within the Spirit Creek Dock, the buildings were arranged in an orderly fashion. Streets criss-crossed each other