They focused intently on poking the charcoal within the campfire, letting the dark red sparks fall to the ground, like the scene from the legend of Tarot's creation of Dwarves. But the guards were so focused, as if there was nothing else in the world, only this single task remained.
As for the strangers emerging from the Forest, they seemed unrelated to them.
A gust of cold wind scattered the distant mist, causing the campfire to roar, but between Heaven and Earth, this seemed to be the only sound, with the few guards standing motionless like puppets.
Fang Hong felt slightly surprised, sensing the atmosphere was somewhat strange. He suddenly recalled Princess Briana's words from not long ago, causing him to glance sideways. Yet the Elf Princess did not turn her head, merely looked silently in that direction.
