C102 A sneak attack

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!...

The moaning cold wind blew away the haze in the sky, revealing an incomplete cyan azure moon. The somewhat dim clear light scattered down, illuminating a huge plaza that was a hundred feet wide until it became hazy. In the center of the plaza, there was a nine foot altar.

"Is this the trial ground of the Scouting Tribe?" "What a strong wind