Atop a distant hill stood two individuals, both clad in black with their faces veiled. One was slight of build, the other somewhat more robust. The slender figure stood at the front while the sturdier one was a half-step behind.
Both were gazing in the direction of Beian City, where a thick fog had risen quite unexpectedly.
After watching for a moment, the more robust figure said in a low voice, "Commander, this fog is quite peculiar."
The slender man nodded, his unmasked eyes heavy with mist as he scrutinized the fog. After a moment, he commanded, "Convey my order, we attack the city at once."
The sturdier man hesitated, "Commander, with such thick fog, surely the enemy cannot see us. To attack now may be a trap."
"What trap could there be? Even if it's a trick, it's only a matter of some casualties. We have an army of three hundred thousand, how could we be afraid?" the slender man's voice was cold and gloomy.
