The strange atmosphere echoed among the six people.
The night was so dark it was terrifying, a darkness where you couldn't see your hand in front of your face, always inducing a sense of fear. The Purple Moon in the sky had been swallowed by the thick clouds at some unknown time. The wind whistled through the gaps in the trees, making a stranger, more chilling sound. In the remote mountain depths, towering peaks formed a circular valley, and right in the middle of this valley was another small hill. Compared to the sky-piercing mountains around it, this hill could only be considered a small mound, but the originally inconspicuous hill was now filled with people standing on it.
Under the slightly dim light, a group of men were panting as they dug into the soil at the top of the hill. The ground here was surprisingly firm, making them exert almost all their strength with each shovelful to cut through the tough soil, only to then throw the earth out of the large pit.
