The sky over the capital resembled spilled ink, presenting a dull and monotonous color.
The setting sun gradually sank to the west, with the remaining light of dusk fading away, equally dim.
The only light cast upon the earth cloaked everything in a gray hue, as if the whole world were immersed in a sense of oppression.
The clouds in the sky seemed to merge with the atmosphere, becoming one with the heavens.
The pedestrians on the streets had hurried expressions. They didn't know the exact imperial decrees but when they saw the blood-red mysterious birds, they guessed that a calamity might descend.
And when they noticed the army starting to move, their guess was confirmed.
In this era, the human race was in sorrow.
Hence, the darkness became the dominant color of the human world, gradually enveloping everything in pitch blackness. Lightning streaked through the darkness, heralding an imminent downpour.
