The night was deep, and the distant mountains, like beasts lying in wait, disappeared under the pitch-black canopy of the sky. The moonlight was dim, and nearby, the mine shafts resembled roads of no return, leading into the dark depths of the earth. The era of myths lingered in people's hearts, making every natural scene brim with an unknown divinity.
Beneath the night moon, the mountainous region of Qinganbate was steeped in depth, with only a flickering bonfire in the main mining area. Loyal samurai patrolled through the night, gripping their weapons in solemn vigilance, safeguarding the Monarch's safety. At the heart of the samurai's tight security lay the mining area's only simple stone hut. From a distance, one could faintly see the light of fire flickering within.