The night is passing, and the dim light of dawn is overflowing from the horizon.
The unnaturally large moon from last night is gradually being covered and fading under the daylight.
The traces of the Night of the Hunt are being erased.
The bodies killed by the hunters are gathered together for burning.
People dressed in various hunting outfits drag their 'trophies' from last night, gathering from streets and alleys. Everyone holds one or several bodies of beastmen with thick black fur, their bodies deformed by disease.
The hunters silently and indifferently handle the beastmen who perhaps were ordinary residents just yesterday.
They pile the bodies on bonfires in different city squares, pour gasoline on them, and with a 'whoosh', ignite them.
Lann, along with Gascogne, dragged the normal corpses they cleared last night to a small square, throwing them onto the bonfire along with the other hunters.
