In the long snowy night, no stars were visible.
Outside the Ancestor Mountain, the wind howled like knives.
"Crackle"
In the desolate snowy field, a bonfire blazed, wind stoking its flames, sparks scattered, dispersing the chill.
Silhouettes were scattered irregularly around the fire.
Some people were sharpening their knives, some feigned sleep with closed eyes, others stood atop nearby trees, eyes glinting as they watched the dark night. Occasionally, a meteor-like streak flew into the darkness ahead, only to burst open upon reaching a certain point, as expected.
Someone attempted to take advantage of the night, hoping the soldier armor blockade on the mountain would relax, trying to break through the formation.
The result, unsurprisingly.
Some individuals, driven by the allure of the Heavenly People Tomb, were as reckless as moths to a flame.
"To hell with it!"
