In the 127th year of Yun Country, on this day, Song Ciwan opened her eyes in a daze.
Around her, a bustling crowd seethed with excitement.
A small village appeared ahead, nestled amid green mountains and clear waters, brimming with life. Rows of houses lined its paths, with wisps of cooking smoke curling from the rooftops. The aroma of food wafted over on the breeze, so tantalizing it made their stomachs rumble like war drums and their hunger become ravenous.
"A village, a village… A village with people in it…"
People began to scream. Some, weighed down by heavy clothing, tore off their cumbersome robes right then and there and broke into a near-frenzied sprint toward the village.
Yes, most of them were in a frenzy.
What reaction could you expect from a group of people who had fled famine for countless miles, only to suddenly stumble upon an oasis in a devastated landscape?
