The setting sun is like blood.
The strong wind is like a drum.
The Northern Mountain, which was previously filled with battle cries, had become deathly silent as night fell.
Even the usual sounds of birds and beasts seemed to have vanished.
Only the thick scent of blood lingered in the mountains and fields.
Outside.
Because there had been no news from the Northern Mountain for a long time, those waiting outside were in an uproar.
The ones who lost contact were not just one or two, but everyone.
This is...
It wasn't until half an hour later that someone ventured deep into the forest, and the outside world finally learned what was happening inside.
The mountains and plains were covered with corpses and bloodstains, a horrifying sight.
As more people flocked in and searched thoroughly, they didn't encounter a single survivor.
Total annihilation!!!
All those who entered the Northern Mountain to seize the remnants were dead, without exception.
