The rebel army camp was brightly lit at night, with smoke rising from campfires everywhere. The patrol's torches snaked through the camp areas like glowing serpents.
In the distance, the silhouette of Grey Rock City loomed under the ominous night sky like a crouching beast. The torches on the city walls had become much sparser than three days ago.
Victor stood there watching for a long time, then turned and headed back to his tent.
The fourth day, at dawn.
Before the sky had fully brightened, the rebel army camp was already bustling.
Countless campfires lit up in the morning mist, like countless eyes opening in the darkness.
Soldiers quickly gathered under their respective captains' orders, the sound of iron clashing with weapons forming a dense clatter.
