C837 Night Raid on the Military Camp

The night after the Battle of White City ended, dark clouds filled the sky, and the sound of the howling wind was as sharp as a woman's mournful wail.

The moonlight was blocked by the thick black clouds and snowstorm, and it was pitch black in the night. One could not even see their own fingers.

The lights in White City were bright, and the sounds of celebration resounded in all directions