The wind began to rise, whistling through the woods and rustling the leaves.
Massive clouds blotted out the moonlight, making the candlelight flicker unsteadily.
A'man, busy with official duties, raised her head. Just as she was about to stand up, Sarentuya—who had been dozing off with her arms wrapped around her sword in the corner—leaped up in a single bound and rushed to the window.
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