The sound of horns tore through the damp, cold air of Yunmeng Marsh—deep, lingering, and carrying a summons of iron and blood.
The brief commotion on the square was instantly replaced by a grim, murderous tension. Robes of brocade and belts of jade merged with the cold gleam of iron armor into a surging torrent, rushing toward the entrance of the hunting grounds.
Hoofbeats thundered and horses neighed, the air thick with the smell of leather, sweat, and the metallic tang of clashing weapons.
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