The dark clouds loomed on the horizon, like the harbinger of a storm. Fires burned within the camp, turning wood into ashes. Thousands of Imperial Guard Warriors stood grim-faced, clad in armor, ready for battle. They were Jaguars tethered, awaiting the King's decree to unleash their martial prowess upon the enemies!
The sound in the tent gradually lowered, resembling the low growl of a Fierce Tiger. Several quarters later, the King emerged from the tent, armored. Seeing the King emerge, astonishment appeared on everyone's faces.
Xiulote wore a bronze helmet that concealed his face, revealing only a pair of blood-red eyes, his hand gripping the High Priest's Divine Staff. Then, he raised the staff, gazing at the generals outside the tent, and spoke coldly and hoarsely, enunciating each word.
