Dawn was breaking, the rising sun just beginning to show.
The darkness had receded, and evil spirits had all retreated.
Only a portion of demons, capable of moving about in daylight, still showed reluctance to leave the many sources of 'Blood Food' within the manor, but they ultimately withdrew unwillingly, vanishing into the forest.
And the villagers within, after a night of terror and slaughter, finally saw the sunlight and released the sorrow and panic they had not dared to in the dark.
The sounds of wailing and crying rose and fell incessantly.
Last night, they faced the darkness of evil spirits and the blades of the "Guardians," falling into endless panic.
And beside them, family members and neighbors, many familiar faces, had died in the darkness of the previous night.
What's more, the minor Venerate they had devoutly worshiped until now had already fallen.
