A strange scene was unfolding along the palace path.
On the wide, pristine path of blue-grey bricks, hundreds of Imperial Insignia Guards stood as if petrified, frozen in place. Many were locked in bizarre, contorted poses. One guard held a long spear thrust forward, but luckily, his aim was off; the spear had passed just inches from his comrade’s waist, or the man would surely have breathed his last.
Before the palace gate, there was neither sand nor wind.
Chapter 120