The heavens and earth are vast and flat, all things shrouded in a desolate birth and death.
The Flying Eagle soared across the firmament, finally retracting its wings, piercing through the layers of clouds, and falling upon the earth.
After the clouds dispersed, what entered the sight of the Divine Eagle's eyes were banners like long spears, tearing through the sky, pointing towards the heavens.
The encampment, centered around the largest banner, unfurled in all directions. The arrangement of these camps vaguely corresponded to the ancient Eight Diagrams, yet it radiated an aura of the unique, chilling aggression of the Military School, beyond the Mystical Sect's aura.
Desolate, piercing.
Dignified, solemn.
