The night fell low from the sky, and the campfires sparkled in the camp. The harsh cold wave had passed, but the autumn nights of the wilderness were still warm. Thousands of Samurai slept in open grass nests, conserving their energy for the fight. The patrolling squad was on high alert, roaming back and forth on the edge of the camp. Further away, scouts on night watch vigilantly guarded within the mountains, always ready to combat the red-haired Canine Descendants.
In the vast grass nests, the generals' tents were strikingly conspicuous. And at the center, surrounded by dozens of tents, was the commander-in-chief's grand tent. A Royal Banner of Black Wolf was planted in front of it. Hundreds of trusted aides, clad in Armor and armed with bows, guarded around the Royal Banner and the grand tent. Their expressions were devout and vigilant, as if guarding a divinity.
"Great Chief, your loyal general, Keka, salutes you!"
