The first rays of sunlight had barely climbed over the snowy mountains when the Supreme Citadel was already awake. The sound of soldiers changing shifts echoed across the heavy stone walls. Boots struck the frozen stone in a steady, heavy rhythm.
Flags bearing the black manticore crest fluttered proudly in the cold wind while disciplined guards inspected every gate and tower without missing a single corner.
Inside the palace garden, Lin Wan slowly walked beneath a row of ancient pine trees.
A thin layer of snow covered the ground, leaving soft footprints behind her with every step. Sister Yun walked quietly beside her while eight Shadow Guards followed several steps behind. No one spoke.
The only sound came from the gentle breeze moving through the frost-laden branches and the rhythmic crunch of snow beneath their feet.
Lin Wan rested one hand on her swollen stomach and smiled faintly. "The babies have become much more active."
