Silently and without trace, it seemed to merge into the heavens and earth, indistinguishable!
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
The night was deep, and snow fell in flurries.
The clouds gathered, the moon hidden; the wind rose, stirring dust into the air.
The court army was stationed in the camp.
Guarded tightly, with high-built watchtowers, fire oil was poured into basins, burning with flames, churning black smoke tearing through the night, sweeping the white snow away.
A Grandmaster Martial Artist clad in armor, with sharp eyes, stood atop, vigilantly observing the disposition of all directions.
The patrolling soldiers, in neat formation, clad in stern armor, wielding long spears, traversed continually among the camps in the icy snow, scanning and inspecting every corner without missing a spot.
The sounds of wind, snow, footsteps, and fluttering banners echoed incessantly within the camp.
The entire court camp seemed to be enacting a mime, which fascinated people immensely.
Clearly.
