Clearing the Remnants!

It was dusk, and the setting sun cast a crimson glow, painting the clouds and illuminating the earth in a vibrant red hue. At the main camp of the Red Sun Mountain Village, eight thousand soldiers stood silently, their breaths synchronized, emitting an awe-inspiring aura reminiscent of wild ancient beasts.

However, upon closer observation, one could sense some discordant elements within this group of eight thousand. There seemed to be disturbances affecting the overall release of their aura.

Ahead, an old man with white hair and beard stood tall. Despite the wrinkles on his face, his eyes were deep and, though somewhat cloudy, still emanated an intimidating presence that dared not be stared at directly.