Chapter 230
A soldier on the watchtower rubbed his tired eyes and looked down at the plains. It was summer, high noon. Heat waves shimmered across the expanse under the blazing sun.
Beyond that, a massive army was visible. An endless array of banners fluttered, filling the horizon with the enemy troops.
Perhaps due to the tension, his vision felt narrower than usual. He pressed the corners of his eyes and suddenly glanced at his arm.
Heat waves were rising above it, fluttering as if a thread was hanging from it.
“Um…?”
Had he been standing guard for days? Or was it just the heat? Facing the enemy made him anxious?
The soldier stared blankly at the heat waves. These illusory threads danced lightly on his forearm.
He soon followed the thread with his gaze. As is typical with heat waves, they spread upwards, billowing and dissipating—
“Um…??”