Lady Jiao's golden robes caught the dim light as she traced battle formations across the worn map table. The abandoned outpost's wooden walls creaked under the mountain winds, dust motes dancing in shafts of morning sunlight. The best strategists of the clans gathered here in advance to prepare a plan of attack.
Elder Yao's silver hair gleamed as he positioned carved markers representing each clan's forces. His cold eyes narrowed at the blood-red circle marking Crimson Moon City. "The Skull Sect's patrols have doubled since last month."
"They have noticed our movements. A massive operation like this, it's impossible not to." Lady Jiao's fingers drummed against the table's edge. "All the better. More guards mean more predictable patrol patterns."
