The night is silent, the rain leaves no trace, and the dark clouds remain on the horizon. This rain is merely a prelude to the overture; the real downpour is already on its way from the west.
On the third day after the fall of White Snake City, Xiulote received more detailed reports. He sat cross-legged in the large tent, carefully reading the numbers in the reports, and his expression changed.
"White Snake City originally had fifteen thousand people. The siege lasted more than a year, and by the time the city-state fell, two thousand two hundred people were captured. Among them, two hundred were captured Cloud Serpent Divine Descendants, and two thousand were surrendering White Snake Samurai, with no commoners surviving. The remaining thirteen thousand either died from disease, slaughter, or cannibalism... A mass grave was discovered at a small temple in the city, estimated to hold the bones of eight thousand people..."
