The sky was reddish with the sun hanging just along the horizon. This was always that time where no one in Heaven knew if it was indeed night time already. However, to Brother Blue, it was already the start of the dimmer days.
Sovereign Cinders and the primal demons were all dealt with, but the cost was too much. Aside from everyone in their circle of acquaintances, roughly no one else would sympathize with the loss of Lai Mingjie… and everyone else that had been killed in this series of rough battles.
Most names carved in the black monuments in the city plaza were either from the dragon race or from the second battalion, hurting his heart a lot. Not to mention that the second battalion took the biggest hit in this.
Brother Blue had lost his entire squad, his elite generals… his group of friends. Prince Sky was too busy in the transition of hegemony while Chartreuse took care of the injured; only he was free enough to stare at the names in these black stones.
