Agate River.
The Martial Saint of the Tuoba Clan, Tuoba Deyu, halted his horse as he looked out over the densely packed corpses scattered across the icy, snow-covered ground.
He couldn't imagine what had transpired here.
All he could do was to urgently send a message back to the Great Capital.
...
Liangzhou.
"Boom——"
The blood fog was only a few dozen feet away from people's heads now.
Above the Heavenly Dome, no birds flew anymore.
Crows flocked in groups, perching en masse on the rooftops and eaves.
The streets, buildings, and everything within sight had turned crimson, as if the air between heaven and earth was filled with the scent of blood; oppression and suffocation followed, plunging the vast city into an eerie silence.
Inside the mansion of Marquis Wu Yi.
The two maidservants, SiQinmohua, had been scared senseless much earlier.
"Master."
