In the village.
At the central square.
Two people were stripped of their clothes and hung under a branch of the Counterfeit God Tree, their bodies covered in wounds, copious amounts of blood continuously flowing along the lines of their bodies, staining the ground beneath red.
These two were the brothers Aos and Bas, who had gone to the City of Yuye to deliver a message; their chests were motionless, and it seemed they had stopped breathing.
At the foot of the Divine Tree, there was another person lying on the ground, clutching his chest, bowing his head and gasping for air with difficulty.
The rest of the villagers were huddled at the edge of the central square, supporting each other with eyes full of fear as they looked towards the newcomer at the center of the square.
It was a handsome man with long pointed ears and pale green eyes, dressed in an exquisite teal coat with golden silk patterns. He looked over the villagers with nothing but disdain and disgust.
