The night was as pitch-black as ink, devoid of even a sliver of light. Even the pristine jade plate in the heavens had hidden itself behind thick layers of clouds, leaving the entire world swallowed by a dense darkness.
The hour of midnight had passed, and silence hung heavy over the Sunset Mountain Range. Only the occasional whisper of a night wind sweeping through the leaves added a touch of eerie desolation.
Amidst this ink-like darkness, all things seemed plunged into a deep slumber. Yet, a formidable procession was marching purposefully toward this very place.
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