The sunset falls in the west.
The battle didn't last long, it broke out and ended within less than two hours, so much so that the sunset hadn't completely disappeared.
The remaining light scattered on the blood-soaked streets.
In some places, everything has turned into ruins. Although most people luckily escaped, the supplies left in the houses were burned to ashes, and occasionally, the sound of repressed sobbing permeates the air. Dust-covered people collect the bodies of the deceased, some weep for their lost kin while others try to identify the bodies of missing family members.
Relief is felt despite not finding them.
But those who find a body have a different expression.
.........
From an alleyway comes the sound of crying.
That young man clad in black Insect Armor, a Warrior of Order, his originally sturdy armor now torn and tattered, with even his shoulder ripped open, causing injuries, and drops of fresh blood dripping to the ground.
