Canglang City.
The setting sun hung like blood, smearing this border city, which had just endured a harrowing and brutal battle, in a tragic and majestic gold-and-crimson hue.
Across the city walls, the marks of sword slashes and axe blows crisscrossed one another. Deep brown bloodstains soaked the mottled bricks and stones, congealed in the crevices, and exuded a thick, pungent smell of iron.
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