Two smaller hills jutted out from the middle of the peak like curved horns, their slopes covered in terraces of buildings, workshops, plazas, and open fields. Hanging bridges connected the three parts, each suspended with thick iron chains, swaying gently in the wind.
Han Yu stopped for a moment and gulped.
It looked like a giant three horned monster rising from the landscape, frozen in stone.
But the strangest part was not the shape.
It was the movement.
Everywhere he looked, puppets walked, marched, crawled, rolled, or floated.
Hundreds of them. Thousands possibly. They varied wildly in appearance.
Some were beautifully crafted humanoid puppets, dressed in robes and carrying scrolls. Others were grotesque creations formed from mismatched metal plates, with one arm larger than the other, or legs bent at odd angles.
