The Forest Prison Monster was the quiet parting.
The Hidden Dragon Square was silent today.
At this moment, everyone watching felt as if they were dreaming.
Those not afraid of pain pinched their own cheeks.
Those who were, pinched someone else's butt cheek instead.
Without exception, whether it was the pain of fingers squeezing a cheek or the fiery sting of a counter-slap, all was telling them that what was unfolding before their eyes was real.
The 'Forest Prison Monster,' who had been so formidable upon its arrival, was now convulsing pitifully in a pool of blood.
It was like a fierce gangster who had made a name on the streets, only to be taken down by a cop turning off the body camera and delivering three strikes with a baton, completely shattering his arrogance.
After a long dazed moment, some whispered conversations began:
