Drip, drip, drop~
Large raindrops pattered down, gradually wetting the black stone slabs.
Mu Yuan stood atop the city wall, facing the chilling wind teeming with murderous intent. The wind carried the raindrops, which lashed against his face.
In the distant mountains and forests, clouds of dust rose, and one could vaguely see monsters with ferocious visages charging forward. At the edge of the horizon, under thick clouds, myriad winged beasts fluttered their wings, forming another layer of dark clouds.
The rain became more intense, its sound intermingling with thunder and the thundering noise of monsters galloping, like the prelude to a battle—grim and daunting.
The momentum of the monsters' charge slowed; they were not like their kin during the Red Fog Disaster Moon, mindlessly surging wave after wave.
They were being controlled.
The hidden manipulators were the legends of the Fang of the Jackal Wolf.
