The terrain Wei Xi had chosen was a clearing, not too far from their hideout, it was a serene winter oasis, with the gentle trickle of a frozen stream providing a peaceful backdrop to the quiet hush of the snow-covered surroundings. The air was crisp and carried the scent of pine and the subtle fragrance of winter blooms. Sunlight filtered through the frosted canopy above, casting a soft, light on the snow-covered ground.
It was open enough to ensure the beast could take cover and perform sneak attacks, the dry grass was sufficiently short to allow them to spot incoming third parties from far away.
The trees were close enough for Yan Jin to launch long-distance attacks, and there was a little pond in the eventuality they had to escape. He had covered every aspect he could think of in his analysis, of the battle.
