Meng Luoluo and He Manting turned their heads back to look at the city walls. At regular intervals along the ramparts, giant sickles were spinning incessantly.
Erased by the passage of years, both the sickles and their mounts were covered in rust, emitting a creaking sound as they turned that added an eerie touch to the desolate surroundings.
At the base of the wall beneath each sickle, piles of bones were heaped high, while the gaps between the spinning sickles on the ramparts were bristling with long, sharp spikes.
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