The beavers poked their heads out from the dam made of branches, curiously gazing at the golden-red sunset.
The usually quiet and cold winter days had become oddly noisy and lively lately, with more and more orderly thumping sounds coming from the ground.
But compared to the vibrations from the ground, what they hated most were those swooshing little black things flying around—
"Boom—"
A massive column of water shot into the sky, striking the dam the beavers had painstakingly constructed.
Seeing their family's dam, built over several generations, suddenly on the verge of collapse, the beavers screamed and scrambled to repair it with branches.
On both sides of Mud Ditch River, whether it's the Glagu Town to Low Platform City route or the Malar Town to Glagu Town route, armies were marching in rows.
They were not on the move, but rather deploying their forces.
Today, that is, at noon on December 25th, all the main forces of the Royal Court had gathered.
