Among the towering mountains and forests, there were more than a dozen figures, all of them wearing expressions of mourning as if they had lost their parents.
They stayed in small groups under the shade of the trees, panting heavily.
Among them, several had tattered clothing, their bodies covered in blood, and through the wounds, faintly visible were bones, making it a shocking sight.
In their midst, there was a young lady in her twenties, wearing a skirt with a delicate face.
The girl's appearance was beautiful, her skin fair, and her exquisite face seemed like a porcelain doll carved from jade.
Logically, at such a youthful age, the girl should have a bright and sunny smile on her face.
Yet her delicate little face was full of sadness, and tears shone faintly at the corners of her eyes.
