Night fell over the barbaric camp like a thick blanket, hiding whispers, fears, and secrets beneath its folds.
Inside the undercover group's tent, only a dim lantern flickered.
The Emperor was sharpening a dagger.
The Empress was pretending to read an old recipe scroll.
The twins were whispering.
The new man was hugging a pillow afraid of bears.
Yao Qing was pacing, muttering curses about how the Emperor forced her into this insane mission.
The ghosts hovered near the ceiling silently, unusually tense.
Outside, the barbaric clan prepared their strange nighttime rituals — drums, chants, bone-rattling instruments. Shadows danced across the tents.
Then—
A soft humming sound cut through the night.
"Did you hear that?" the Empress whispered.
Before anyone could answer, something on the ground began to glow.
It was faint at first — a soft pulse of light under the stack of clothes.
Then stronger.
Brighter.
Until finally—
WHOOSH!
A burst of blue-white light shot out.
