When I first encountered "Black Tide," it was spring.

That day and night, the bright mirror hung high.

The arrival of the "first wave" was unsummoned. They emerged from the mist and vanished back into it, as if nothing had happened at all.

Perhaps only my vanished subordinates know how the battle between mist and water unfolded.ged in battle.Suddenly, a cavalryman darted out from the refugee throng and saved Zhao Yun.Zhao Yun looked at the young general leading the way and raised his hand in salute from atop his horse."Thank...