C212 Fighting Against Lili the Fog Was Thick

As the sun dipped low in the sky, the air retained a hint of the day's heat, now tempered by a refreshing coolness. Yim Wuxie stood contentedly on the training field, pleased with the weather. He drew his Wishful Ruler, eyeing the formidable mound of flesh before him with earnest focus.

"Wow!" A challenge was issued to the Grand Marshal, and the training soldiers gasped in surprise