In a world of gray, snowflakes danced as icy winds howled, cloaking the vast wasteland in a silver mantle. Atop a high slope, Luo Zheng and his team of five crouched silently, observing the valley ahead, motionless. Their white camouflage suits enveloped them, resembling five raised white stones in the desolate hillside, standing out yet understandably so.
The relentless pursuit had nearly drained everyone's strength. Finally closing in on the target, they discovered it had slipped into a military stronghold. The garrison had a company of soldiers, and nearly a hundred guards for the State Preceptor, totaling over two hundred troops. The surrounding area was barren, lacking natural defenses, but the dense valley structures made an assault surely costly, and possibly unfruitful.
