With rising sun above in the sky it first gentle ray of morning fall on The of multiple dead bodies that lay one by one, systematically arranged by soldiers, row after row, the place was filled with the heart-wrenching sound of crying. The commoners were crying their hearts out.
A similar scene played out in a luxurious place. This was royalu cementry Three bodies lay in coffins, covered under white curtains. These figures were the king and queen.
Urail was crying loudly. "Papa... papa..." A continuous trail of tears fell from her eyes. She knew what this represented; previously, her mother was also placed under a similar coffin. After that, she never saw her again. Now, her father and the other mother were also in the same situation. That meant they were leaving her alone.
Rossa held her tight, but Urail continued to struggle to lose her grip. "Papa, mama..." Her eyes trailed on an incoming figure.
