{Meer Calendar, March 13, 20 Years of Demon War}
Gray smoke soars up to the sky. Covering the scorching sun that made the ground beneath it dark, eerie black.
The smell of burning flesh and melting skin filled the entire ground. Tall trees with lush green leaves turned to charcoal with flying ashes.
There is no life in sight, just a nightmare of devastation from a great war. Crying over it will not change anything, it will only comfort the heart that erodes the conscience that begins to blur between violence and cruelty. Close-up of a beautiful painting with ashes of a burning future.
Creates a nightmare known as Afternoon Grey.
Arthur pushed the corpse of his friend who had started to decompose. His nose didn't twitch in the slightest, as if he had gotten used to breathing in the air of death. His dry eyes didn't feel sore, only red marks that showed the emptiness of his heart.
