The sun dipped toward the horizon, finally sinking beneath the skyline, yet it left behind a golden-red glow that spilled across the clouds, painting half the western sky in brilliant crimson.
High above, the setting sun, as vivid as blood, shone down upon the earth.
A scattering of soldiers stood near the bonfires flanking the open ground, eyeing the large spits of roasting meat. The rich aroma of meat and the faint scent of wine drifted through the camp, whetting everyone’s appetite.
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