The bright moon casts slanted black shadows on the city wall, like a crouching black panther.
Four guards followed her from behind and in front, Catherine, with her left hand on the wall, ascended the steps from the edge of the wall one by one.
As she walked up the quiet steps, she would occasionally look into the city.
Under the night wind, Rapids City was eerily silent, as if everything was under a pale blue filter, the iron rooster wind vane atop the church swinging east and west.
But if you look closely, the sleeping soldiers all over the streets, blocked river channels, and pervasive scent of blood were starkly different from the past.
The blue-gray stone bricks were full of arrow and knife marks, not to mention the blackened, coagulated blood stains.
Her fingers brushed over the rough wall, feeling a knife-cut pain from the friction at her fingertips.
