Heavy rain poured from the sky.
Twenty-five-year-old Yi Chen returned to the Orphanage and stood on the playground of Black Mountain Orphanage,
Despite the heavy rain trying to wash away the ground, it could not cleanse the blood and sins here, nor could it extinguish the flames that were burning fiercely across the orphanage buildings.
All the teachers of various levels, the stationed troops hired from outside, and even some orphans who colluded with the Orphanage were killed... Their bodies piled high on the playground, forming small hills.
Yi Chen, who had done all this, had not completely exhausted his strength,
He cleared a circular space in the center of the playground and danced gracefully amidst the rain.
Not everyone was dead. In front of Yi Chen, there stood an Audience whose Trait allowed her to avoid complete Death, even with her head severed from her body.
