A winter night in the Imperial Capital bit to the bone.
The lead-gray sky pressed heavily against the solemn red walls and emerald-tiled roofs. The pitch-black banner of the Zhenbei Estate—a symbol of supreme martial glory—fluttered violently in the biting cold wind, exuding a tragic heroism and heavy suppression that marked the twilight of a hero.
Inside the high walls, the air seemed frozen, every breath carrying heavy shards of ice. The patrol guards walked with heavy steps and darting eyes; they looked less like protectors and more like wardens.
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