The sun is warm, and the shadows of the trees sway.
New and tender flowers and grass break through the cement pavement continuously, growing out and stretching their veins.
The glass and concrete walls on the outside of the skyscrapers peel away under the slow and steady erosion of the forest sea.
The large fragments of stone are caught by the branches of the trees below before they even hit the ground.
People shrouded by shadows on the ground look up at the demigod of deadwood resembling a Titan, dumbfounded, momentarily forgetting whether to fight or flee.
"The murderer..."
On the screen, Jien Rushuang's pale hands tightly grip the edge of the trial desk, teeth clenched, unable to say the second half of the sentence.
The murderer will always be killed in turn.
Or rather,
The murderer must die.
Li Ang, still waiting for a response, lets out a low, crazed laugh from deep in his throat.
The Titan's body slowly stands up.
