The auspicious clouds carried everyone silently over the war-torn land of Canglin State.
Below, the once lush forest has turned to scorched earth, villages reduced to rubble, and rivers stained with strange colors from tainted blood and ashes.
The clouds flew over the majestic palace of Jumu City, past the battered Great Wall Defense Line, across the vast and eerily silent wilderness.
Throughout the journey, there was no sign of any monster within sight. No wandering demon militiamen, no lurking elite leaders, not even a single lowest-level corrupted creature appeared.
The whole land fell into a disturbing silence, as if all demons had been exhausted in the fate-deciding, fierce battle, or... erased by some force.
