The night rain falls sporadically, the firelight flickers intermittently, and the wails rise and vanish abruptly. The Black Wolf Torc stands solemn and upright at the highest point of the city walls. The Surrendered General Papu bows slightly, his demeanor respectful and submissive, lagging one step behind. The two of them, just like this, one in front and one behind, stand on the high city walls, watching the fierce sounds of killing spread all the way, observing the flickering firelight in the drizzle, until it spreads throughout the entire City-State!
"Bless the Chief Divine! He watches over us!... Kill! Kill these so-called Divine Descendants who worship the Fake God, annihilate all the rebellious Alliance's Hidden Snake Tribes!..."
