September 10th.
The sky is overcast, a sign of ill omen; travel and marriage are advised against.
The sky was shrouded in grey as if it would pour down rain at any moment, adding a sense of oppression and desolation to Sky City.
For countless commoners, this was also a day to remember. Today, the sixth son of His Majesty, the Zuo King, along with his subordinates and party members, was to be collectively executed.
The time reached noon.
A group of prisoners was dragged outside the Noon Gate, lined up in order, each with a red-clothed, expressionless executioner wielding a guillotine blade standing behind them.
The chill wind howled, piercing to the bone.
"Sister, don't look at me."
A man with disheveled hair and a blood-stained face whispered, stopping the woman who was about to turn around.
