The sun rose over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the streets of Dongping City as if welcoming its people to another day—a day filled with the promise of hope and better times ahead.
But the reality told a far different story.
The sky's golden hues seemed almost mocking against the tense atmosphere and the eerie silence that clung to the air like a shroud of impending doom.
Throughout the city, the aftermath of the night's relentless battle left a mark that no sunrise could erase.
The sound of clashing swords, the cries of the wounded, and the roars of battle echoed through the night.
Even now, as dawn broke, the memories of that terror-stricken night lingered in every heartbeat.
Fear gripped the hearts of Dongping's people like a vice, tightening its hold with every passing minute.
The heavy silence, once a sign of morning peace, now weighed them down with dread.
