As the sun rose over the Central Plains, the land was quiet, except for the bustling of refugees who were walking along the road. They came from the East and the North, and their clothes were torn and tattered, their faces gaunt and weary. Some carried bundles or sacks, while others had nothing but the clothes on their backs.
The South had opened its doors to the refugees, and many had already arrived, seeking shelter and food. The Central Plains and West were also receiving refugees and providing them with temporary housing. The shadow emperors had been instrumental in clearing the demons from the regions, and now their work was done. But Fein knew that this was just the beginning.
