The dusk seems beautiful in this new world changed by the White explosion.
The breeze of the wind, the sound of the grass and leaves manage to create a picturesque scene like a painting of an Immortal enjoying life.
Azief was sitting on the wooden chair looking perplexed. His eyes are calm or as calm as he can be.
No use panicking now. It is a miscalculation on his part.
He was in front of the barrier with his leg crossed, a hundred men behind him all wearing battle armour ready to go into battle if he orders them.
Sitting on his left was Loki who is closing his eyes like he was contemplating something. On his right was Wang Jian standing beside him like an unmovable mountain.
A hundred meter in front of them is a fortress made by wood, and even now even as Azief stares at them from afar, they are still building.
