C365 The Enemy Is in a State of Internal Disorder

On a mountain peak near the city, a grand hall was bustling with hurried figures. Young maidservants carried golden basins filled with blood-tinged water, rushing out. Others brought in fresh water, moving back and forth in a constant exchange.

Inside the hall, a man lay sprawled over the edge of a bed, blood gushing from his mouth like an open faucet. His face was ashen, eyelids fluttering