At night, successive waves of dark clouds obscured the moonlight, creating a pitch-black landscape when viewed from a high vantage point. The sporadic ghostly howls ringing through this darkness made one's skin crawl.
"What a cursed place, this is no place for people. I hope the Qin Dynasty withdraws its troops soon!"
"Indeed! Even with my blanket wrapped around me, I still feel incredibly cold. I can barely hold onto my weapon!"
"Even the warmth from the fire feels cold. This ghostly environment is much harsher than the frontier!"
The patrolling soldiers grumbled quietly, repeatedly complaining about 'Ghost Immortal Ridge' and venting their dissatisfaction. They hadn't realized that on the pitch-black earth, an army was speeding along, as swift as specters of the night.
"Everyone be careful, don't get frostbite!"
