Time arrived at dusk, as twilight just descended upon the top of Eagle Beak Cliff, an eagle's cry broke the silence. A shadow circled three times above the cliff, its piercing call like silk ripping, called out intermittently three times.
The sentry on the cliff swept his eyes over and saw just a gray eagle, about three feet in size, so he paid no attention. The gray eagle then spiraled down, its black wings brushed over the top of the command tent, skimmed over a patrol of Armored Soldiers holding fire torches, and finally arrived at a tent on the west side of the camp.
At the entrance, two Green-armored Soldiers stood guard. One of them saw it, lifted his hand immediately, and just at that moment the gray eagle folded its wings and landed precisely on the left arm of this soldier with the iron wrist guard.
