November 1453. The outskirts of Hanyang. City guards' military training camp.
A cold November sky loomed over the earth, spreading a bone chilling frost that seeped into one's soul like freezing ice. Thick clusters of grey clouds spread a feeling of gloom into the hearts of every soldier in the camp. It made them shiver, constantly fearing the impending doom.
Nothing major had happened yet, but for some reason they were already mourning after their losses. The tension coming from the Palace grew heavier by the day, until it finally exploded above their heads,
That day, the entire group of city guards was restlessly watching their commander pacing around the camp. His well-defined face was laced with worry and due to the strenuous effort, all his muscles were taut. His military garments clanged and clinked around his arms and legs with every step he took, giving his persona a rather eerie aura of menace.
