August 14th, early morning.
The morning mist is thin, and the sound of birdsong comes from the sparse trees.
The lingering sounds of insects and frogs occasionally add a touch of vitality to the morning.
The sun has not yet risen, and the air is slightly chilly. A gentle breeze passes, bringing with it a damp mist, making the skin feel even colder.
The people who should have been busy at this time did not leave their territories; instead, they silently watched the central area.
Sixty coffins woven from vines quietly lay on the ground.
These were rushed overnight by the Vine Fairy.
Through the gaps, one can see the Wetland Lizardman Warriors who sacrificed for Weilu City sleeping peacefully inside.
Hundreds of people remain silent, the atmosphere heavy.
Suddenly, the crowd stirred and instinctively parted to the sides.
A heroic figure slowly walked forward, his face deceptively young yet exuding increasing majesty with each step.
