Luna pointed a finger into the darkness ahead. "There. Look."
Following the direction in which her finger was pointing at he saw what she was pointing at. A tent standing at the distance of a few dozen meters away from them.
It was completely different from every other tent in the camp.
The normal soldier tents were small and were made of a drab and pale canvas. They looked fragile and were held up by a few small sticks but this tent was huge.
It was almost the same as the size of Lishia's command tent back at the outpost. It was supported by thick and dark log pillars and looked much rigid and permanent compared to the other tents.
But the most obvious thing about it was the color. The heavy cloth of the tent was not pale canvas but rather a deep and rich red.
In the faint moonlight it looked almost black but its shape stood out clearly against the other, lighter tents.
