Over the ground, countless bodies lay motionless. The soil, the grass, the human-made walls—everything had been painted dark crimson.
As the metallic tang filled the air, the crows continued to pierce and devour the dead remains.
In the middle of this calamitous scene, an old man sat unfazed. His body was entirely intact, as no crow closed the distance with him.
It was as if they were being wary of him. The old man was shrouded in the crow's darkness, only revealing a pair of his bright emerald eyes.
"The time is nearing..."
***
*Sniff*
*Sniff*
The faint noises of someone snorting grew louder as a figure neared a small vendor shop.
Lucian stood right beside this shop, holding onto a steaming hot bun.
After half a day's traveling, he had reached the center of Xiangzhan. Walking through the place, he came to find out that many big powerhouses resided in this exact area.
From what he came to know, the world welcomed and divided into three terminologies 100 years ago.
