A crimson radiance enfolded the sky and not even the boundless night sky could erase it. Under the tranquil night sky, the smear of red seemed ever more dazzling like a scar across the sky dripping with blood.
Siena stood quietly on the platform, overlooking with a complicated gaze. Drawing support from the wind transmission, she knew what was going on in the distance. Screams, wails, death, agony, and evil were like a pot of thick soup cooked in a fire after being stirred altogether. The strong stench was enough to make one giddy. It was so intense that even the peaceful forest seemed to be gasping for air as though it had fallen sick to a severe illness. The putrid stench from hell and smell of sulfur from purgatory wafted through the trees, making them groan in agony. But all Siena could do was to stand and look into the distance helplessly.
"Siena… go and get some rest…"
