Slowly, the pale moonlight hanging over the Bleeding Desert began to fade, marking the beginning of a new day.
The three moons rose higher and higher, shining brightly over the desert world.
Inside Horn Lizard Town, both the humans and the Beastmen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
The previous night had been the most terrifying night of their lives.
None of them could sleep.
Even when they heard Thoren declare the death of the Horn Lizard King, their minds were not at peace.
The mere presence of the Grim Reaper inside the town placed a heavy psychological burden upon every single one of them.
Even the members of the Horn Lizard Clan did not dare breathe loudly inside their own town.
If their enemy had been any ordinary human, they might have thought about waging a life and death war against him.
However, looking at the carnage scattered throughout the streets, none of them harbored such thoughts anymore.
