It had been two days since Wukong came to the borders of Nizen city, where they constantly fought Parabeasts to keep the Rift free from attacks while it was being sealed.
Wukong stood in the battlefield, covered in Parabeast blood as several of their corpses littered the ground around him.
He had been a very arduous two days, but it was finally over. As Wukong stared into the night's sky, looking at the White Phoenix, a voice rang in everyone's head. This voice detailed how the Rift had been closed and no more waves of Parabeasts were to be expected.
Though this news had caused a tumult of excited roars to explode into the air, Wukong couldn't help but feel lost in his head, as he was remembering instances in his life when he fought so many battles.
So not reacting to this news, he continued to stand and stare at the beautiful and majestic White Phoenix, as it graced the darkness with its beautiful ethereal white glow.
