The sun was setting in the west, and plumes of fiery red clouds covered the burnt orange sky.
The beautiful red cloud seemed to be staining the light red, and it made the entire sky appear even more vast.
Somehow, even the setting of the sun even appeared slower.
Under the quiet sky, in an enormous ancient house, a silver-haired woman was slamming the table in the meeting room furiously.
The other people seated around the table looked angry at first.
But after the silver-haired woman slammed the table, the rest of them lowered their heads.
Even the imposing old man seated at the head of the table dared not meet the silver-haired woman's gaze.
