Even the mottled traces on the city wall seemed less murderous and more gentle under the tint of the twilight.
Outside the city gate.
On the official road heading northeast from the Capital City, a line of massive carts pulled by Spiritual Oxen were moving in queue, bathed in the sunset, heading further and further away.
The contents of these carts were black "corpse coffins" engraved with inscriptions, containing refined corpse puppets, waiting to be unsealed en masse when the war broke out.
Meanwhile, on the official road heading northwest from the Capital City, aside from the scattered pedestrians, there was a large group of ragged slaves walking slowly along the roadside.
Their wrists were tied with ropes, and their clothes barely covered the essential parts of their bodies, while the exposed areas were filled with scars; many had wasted away. Upon closer inspection, their sallow hair, cracked white lips, and numb gazes all indicated their poor physical condition.
