"The ninth squad on the right wing has sent word that several bright lights seem to have appeared on their side, coming from three different directions!"
Beneath the Central Army Tent, a swift-footed scout emerged from the fog. Unlike ordinary soldiers, his mask had a bird's beak, and he reported the news from the right flank.
The scouts, who normally served as spies and vanguards, had retreated into the main force as visibility worsened, preventing themselves from being silently picked off.
At the same time, relying on their advantage in speed, they had taken on the role of messengers now that the front and rear of the army could no longer see each other and even their voices had grown indistinct.
Hearing the scout's voice, the young man reclining on a soft couch inside the tent, wrapped in an expansive and luxurious brocade robe, gave a cold snort.
"Bright lights? ...It's probably the person who spread this fog deliberately provoking us. Does he think his tricks are so clever?"
The young man had fair, delicate skin and handsome features, but his bearing was remarkably rugged. His brows gave him a ferocious look, as though he might devour someone at any moment.
"Send three squads to investigate what's hidden in those three directions!"
The young man spoke coldly and was about to issue the order.
However, the command was interrupted by a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged. He wore a long robe and a crown decorated with red-gold, blue, and green feathers.
"Young Lord, please consider this carefully. Since the other side is provoking us deliberately, hastily splitting our forces now would be falling right into their scheme."
The young man turned toward the middle-aged man and said unhappily, "High Shaman Chu Ju, if we refuse to answer their provocation, won't that