Fa Lien weaved through the underground garrison of their stronghold. Deep beneath the belly of the mountain, the air was thick and heavy as if the tremendous weight of the mountain bore down upon her shoulders. Still, it was a wondrous sight to see the stronghold come to life with lights, fire, and many brave soldiers of the Shan Gui coming together in preparation for the great revolution. It had been a very long time since a congregation such as this had assembled. There were only so many times in its history that the garrison had been this alive and congested.
Everywhere she tread, soldiers stopped to bow and give her a salute. Smiths would stop mid strike, their steel smoldering red-hot over the anvil. Torches and paper lanterns riddled the streets and brought a warm glow that radiated
