It was snowing.
The smooth and soft snow fell slowly. Instead of pure white, it was red and purple, carrying a heavy scent of blood.
The capital fell into absolute darkness except for the periodic blinding lights from the explosions in the palace.
The ground shook violently, and a fierce aura storm swept the entire city-planet.
People stayed in their homes and clung for dear life. Even celestial rankers didn't dare to come out as even the controlled shockwaves proved to be catastrophic.
Only a few men and women in hoods rushed to the palace. Their breaths were heavy and their steps unsteady. But strangely, their aura continued to rise and they grew faster and faster.
Worse, all of them carried a thick killing intent and fierceness that wouldn't appear without stepping on mountains of corpses.
