Yiyang Prefecture, Suolong Gate.
Aloft on the high platform, civil and military officials each received their orders and departed.
In the boundless veil of night, Zhuang Gaoxian ascended into the sky, his body radiating a clear light, his eyes like those of a deity.
Perched high in the heavens, he looked down upon the land.
His voice was magnificent, shaking the battlefield.
"Han Yin! On this festive day, a perfect moment. Armies gathering for battle, heaven and earth resonating. You as Yong's lord, I as Zhuang's ruler. Why not fight in the expanse of the sky, to be the drum for all the troops! To celebrate the New Year!"
The Zhuang Army cheered in unison, "Han Yin! Come meet your death!"
The resounding voice shook the cold night.
Atop Suolong Gate, a towering figure rose, stepping on the phantom of a golden dragon, with dragon roars filling the sky, majestic and bright.
