Yaxiu was dragged out of the cave by the young lady, completely bewildered.
Wasn't it a little too early to watch the sunrise? Yaxiu hadn't even had time to feel the young lady's soft hand before she had already pulled him outside the cave and pointed toward the distant wilderness.
"Look, scarlet fog!"
At that moment, the sun was slowly rising over the distant foothills. The morning light filtered through the moisture hanging over the barren land. It held none of the warmth or holiness one might expect, only a stifling, oppressive heat. Perhaps after a night of fierce fighting, the blood of the soldiers who had died on either side of the foothills had seeped into the air. The sunlight passed through the wilderness's fog, its shape distorted beyond recognition, while its color was so oppressive it made one's heart quail, like fog formed from blood.
Yaxiu was stunned. So the so-called "blood-colored fog" wasn't a natural sight on the Qililuo Mountains. It was this?
Then what about the other things...
Miss Taina dragged Yaxiu a few more steps and pointed to the other side of the mountain.
On the northern side of the mountain, the Sandfolk and the raiders' reinforcements had clearly made contact with Earth's defenders. Gunfire and artillery roared, punctuated by repeated bursts of explosions that rumbled like rolling thunder. And with each thunderous blast, a white light flashed on the other side of the canyon.
Yaxiu knew that was probably the effect of high-powered energy beams discharging. Within an atmosphere, differences in the air's composition meant that expanding energy beams always produced varying sights and sounds. There was no such problem in space.
Then the reporter pointed to a spot in the sky, where the energy's brilliant light had painted a faint streak of purple.