"The Qianwu Battalion is preparing to march to the front line."
The heavy rain had just ceased, sporadic water droplets trickled down the red walls and vermilion tiles onto the green bricks, creating ripples that splashed. From the peak of the Palace City looking down, the mountain mist rolled and surged turbulently. As the first ray of sunlight pierced through the clouds and bathed the earth, the mist dissipated, and the giant city built into the mountain gradually awakened.
People and merchants bustled like a weaving tapestry, while officials from the Ministry of Works rushed through the crowded streets, organizing post-war reconstruction. Two squads of Black Scale iron guards, maintaining order, took the opportunity of their street patrol to rest briefly in a roadside teahouse.
