Two days passed and the two kingdoms' armies sat side by side just outside Coldwind City.
Dawn light painted the camps in pale gold while banners snapped in the 'cold wind'.
In front of them stood the Fang family's barrier, an unbroken dome of light that had refused every assault and intrusion.
Qin Qishi Shi stood on the raised command ridge, cloak drawn about him, eyes fixed on the glowing wall.
He turned to the gathered generals, voice cold and clear.
"Now that we are here," he called, "does any of you have a suggestion to take down that barrier?"
A hush fell across the tent.
Then General Zhuge rose, bowed deeply, and stepped forward. He paused, inclining his head toward the emperor with the practiced deference of a courtier.
"Your virtue shines like the noon sun, and your strategic foresight surpasses that of the ancient sage-kings.
This humble servant has merely watched the currents of war and offers what small counsel he can under Your Majesty's brilliant guidance."
