C218 A Bedraggled One-armed General

In the morning, the muffled sound of a horn could be heard throughout the entire Fire Phoenix Empire camp. The soldiers rushed back to their tents, put on their battle boots, leather armor, and helmets, took their weapons, shields, and spears, and ran towards the empty area in the middle of the camp area.

They were like small streams flowing out of the tents, converging into a large open area