C492 Demonic Words

The wind atop the mountain was frigid, carrying a chill that cut to the bone. It was deep into October, and the autumnal forest was quiet, the usual chorus of insects absent. Yet, from the base of the mountain, the cries and wails of thirty thousand refugees could be heard.

Chu Yun cleared his mind of distractions, gripping his steel spear as he made his way to the mouth of the cave