Clark quickly built numerous bamboo rafts by cutting down nearby forests. The soldiers of Hurricane City were ready, preparing to cross moat and attack the City of Hope.
On the bank, the rafts were neatly lined up, filled with soldiers full of ambition and expectation.
The command to cross was given; soldiers hurriedly boarded the rafts, Clark himself stood at the forefront of one. His eyes were determined, his sword glinting coldly. Hurricane City's flag fluttered in the wind, and the whole army was filled with a conquering spirit.
However, as the rafts gradually sailed into the fog in the river, everything began to change.
At first, people felt the surrounding mist was unusually thick, seemingly carrying a strange power. Soon, some soldiers began to feel ill, their bodies fatigued in unexplainable ways.
