PANDEMONIUM
It is the morning of the next day.
It is a bright morning unlike any other. What people said about storms must be true. That after the storm, then it will be beautiful.
The skies are clear, and the clouds are rare. On trees and the Gardens of Pandemonium, birds chirped delightfully like they were singing a song
On the streets of the Center Region, the Capital of Pandemonium and the seat of power of the Central government, kids went out of their homes playing in the streets and the forest with some hunters and some patrolmen watching over them with their Divine Sense
Lost Boys creep up in the valleys, seeking information and selling them to the highest bidder. Flowers bloom and birds fly in the sky.
It is good. It is a good day. But the better it is, the stronger the premonition in Azief heart.
It was always like that.
He always got the most worse news at the most beautiful day.
