The shroud was still the same as ever. It was always the same Twilight Capital of yesterday. The same was for the steampunks and the Twilight Guards. Of course, these people had somewhat changed since they first met. Now they had a bandage on their heads. Some of them had dressing from the head right down to the hip. Hao Ren sighed. They should have just gone home instead of giving Galazur a standing ovation.
To Galazur, this was not a big deal. She was a dragon queen and an inspector with thousands of years of experience. What was it like having thousands of years of experience? "Veteran" was not a good enough word to describe him. Hundreds of Twilight Guards, injured and resentful, lined up on both sides of the avenue as Galazur and Anthony Alfonso strode past them. They praised the guards, who they had beaten black and blue only a while ago. "Not bad, young man. You fought well."
"You are all brave men. My respects to you."
"Good job, soldiers!"
