Dawn was slowly breaking over the Chinese lands, unfurling its first golden rays through a morning mist that clung to the mountain contours. Mordred had been in motion for several hours already, crouched in the damp undergrowth that bordered the valley. He had spent the entire night methodically observing the improvised fortress where Syleane had established her command center, his piercing orange eyes scrutinizing every detail with the patience of an experienced hunter.