The moon is dark on the night of killing, and the wind is high, perfect for unleashing the fire!
The ancient city is silent and quiet, not even the sound of night insects can be heard. Especially in the latter half of the night, there isn't a trace of wind, like a sealed stone chamber.
Without a sound, a large cloud of black clouds appears, ink-black, shrouding the sky, erasing star and moon, plunging the earth into darkness, even more dead silent.
Late at night, black clouds loom overhead, like a black pot pressing down, oppressive and heavy, as if a storm is about to descend at any moment.
"Crack!"
A bolt of lightning tears through the sky, illuminating the entire ancient city.
The void ripples, black mist surges and spreads to all directions, several figures emerge like ghosts from the void, stepping with mysterious techniques, without a sound.
With their appearance, more figures appear around the ancient city, all merging into the darkness, without any killing intent.
