The darkest and hardest times have passed, and a pale golden dawn appeared at the edge of the sky over Old Dunling.
The soldiers stood around the Underground Palace, the night's battle finally over, all corpses were burned on the spot, ashes continuously rising like black snowflakes falling.
Enjoying the long-lost light, on the outermost Forbidden Guard, Red Falcon reached out his hand gently catching the black snowflakes, then the falling rain washed them away.
It started to rain.
A light drizzle was falling from the gloomy sky, completely purifying the demon's ashes. The morning was so cold, Officer Pres still stood aside knowing nothing, holding the gun Red Falcon had given him. The cold rain soaked his clothes, making him shiver involuntarily.
The end filled with gunpowder appeared in his view as the light fell, and the morning wind brought the burnt smell.
