C530 New Challenges Are Coming

The shadow of the moon was clear, the night wind was bitter. The wind was drifting, the clouds were changing, and the shadows under the moonlight were either lengthening or contracting, dim or conspicuous – only the man was motionless.

He held a jug of wine in his hand, his right foot dangling over the stone, his left foot arched up against his arm. Next to him was a quiet sword, named Gale