The faint morning light gradually brightened, making the blue-stone city walls more distinct. From afar, the walls were covered with sooty char and the dark red of coagulated blood. Under the sunlight, the morning dew gathered into glistening droplets on the ramparts, slowly meandering downward. The droplets slowly fell into the deep red, then darkened into black, silently dropping to the soil. Following this trail, one could discern the true color of the walls—the sturdy, blue-gray stone bricks.
Xiulote gazed at these impenetrable city walls and sighed inwardly.
The massive army had marched south and now, obstructed by these six-meter blue-stone walls, had been besieging the city for a month.