The next day, at dawn, the sky was bright. After a day of rain, it finally stopped, yet Luonan City did not look fresh after the rain; instead, it was a scene of desolation. The ground was in ruins, the once flat streets filled with large holes, remaining bloodstains, while only the sky was washed a clear blue.
The air was still tainted with a subtle metallic scent of blood, and low cries could be heard throughout the city.
Yesterday's chaos had affected many civilians.
But there's no way to help it; it's the sorrow of being common folk. The victors are already indulging themselves, and what they hope for is for the victors to quickly restore order and win the hearts of the people.
The battered Prime Minister's Mansion, its gardens' flowers, trees, and plants had long withered, turning a dull brown.
Inside the guest room, personal clothing was thrown around haphazardly, while splendid garments were draped over the rack beside them.
