Tu Caihe's story was dark and dramatic.
It told of lifeless alleys and haunting shadows that made the heart of the dark demon city. A terrifying power that was unknown, powerful, and unpredictable. It left those with lesser courage trembling with anxiety.
Xia An was pale and nodded, expressing that Tu Caihe's story was without exaggerations and the terrors within Xinlie were in fact as horrible and horrific.
The war council continued late into the night.
Peng Zhugen refused to admit that he was exhausted after it was all over and forced a reluctant Liu Suye to join him for a drink. The war tents scattered across the fields were not too lively, people walking back and forth with hushed whispers as though their enemies miles away might glimmer an advantage over them. Even the spirit lights were mostly dimmed, despite Peng Zhugen painstakingly setting up a disorientating array on top of a camouflage one that encompassed the entire camp.
