Song Jia stared at the faded sketch.
The old report beneath her fingers had been written decades before her death as General Song Jia.
Most of the ink had dulled with time, but the words were still readable.
Unidentified armed group.
Abandoned settlement.
Bodies behaving abnormally.
Her eyes moved back toward the damaged symbol drawn along the margin.
A circle.
Several curved lines.
And something broken across its center.
It wasn't complete.
But it was close.
Too close.
"Crystal."
"Yes, Mistress?"
"When was this report written?"
Crystal leaned over the table.
"Seventy-three years before General Song Jia's final battle."
Song Jia became still.
"That early?"
"Yes."
She leaned back.
That meant the strange attacks had existed long before the incident she personally remembered.
Long before her death.
Possibly before she had even joined the military.
"Where did this happen?"
Crystal pointed toward the faded location written at the bottom.
