Capítulo 370: Battle of the hills (2)

 The winds delicately stirred the lush expanse of green grass beneath the expansive canvas of the sky. Above, the radiant sun, an ethereal orb of golden warmth, bestowed its benevolent gaze upon the men assembled below. The landscape, bathed in the soft glow of daylight, became a tapestry woven with the threads of nature's symphony, anticipating the imminent clash of armies and the profound weight of destiny that hung palpably in the air. As the wind and sunlight choreographed their harmonious dance, the scene unfolded as a tableau, capturing the timeless drama of conflict and the relentless march of fate.