It took us three days to reach the depot. We had to cross through my mountains before we were officially in Yelan territory. But I had to admit, it was nice to be back home, even if we were in a rush.
The supply depot itself was tucked into the basin of a frozen riverbed, half-hidden behind crates of grain and tar-covered tents. It was quiet. There were no flags, no fires. Just the stink of damp hay, stale rice, and old boots.
It was a perfect target.
I crouched behind a fractured ledge overlooking the valley and scanned the perimeter. Yaozu was beside me, breath slow, eyes calculating. Shadow lay flat behind us, invisible in the dark.
"Eighteen guards visible," I murmured.
"Double that inside," Yaozu replied. "They'll be shifting soon."
I nodded once.
That was when they were weakest.
