Chapter 17
The Outpost Siege
Chen Yunfei · 4.6K words · ~19 min read
# Chapter 17: The Outpost Siege
The ridges met the way three hands met when carrying a table too heavy for one grip—each slope bearing weight it had not chosen, the terrace in the center a plank of stone where Nether Sky had set their molds.
Chen Yunfei watched from the eastern bamboo line while the sky bled from black into a grey-green that was not mercy, only visibility. His boots held damp from four nights of walking beast territory. His breath held names.