When the first sun rises, it feels like the moment all life is resurrected. Even the air nearby seems to become particularly clear, clear as a gemstone, with a gentle mist shrouding the distant lake, giving it a warm appearance.
In this warm daylight of spring, it seems even corpses do not decay.
They lay under such sunlight, with the sun licking at their handsome faces like flames, giving their complexion a bright, crystalline pink hue, unlike the pallor of death.
They weren't meant to die, even though their throats had been slit. Yet, the wounds had miraculously healed, leaving only a faint, scab-like mark.
An overwhelming and lively Essence Energy, like burning flames, circulated, flickered, and rolled through their meridians, spreading through every part of their bodies.
