Nox narrowed his eyes sharply at the scene. Indeed, the guards, Yue, and Bia had killed some of the Demon and Nightkin race members, but most of them fled.
"What's the meaning of this? I thought they were crazy and would fight without fear for their lives. Why did they run off?"
Yue and Bia shared the same confusion. The air was thick with the echoes of cries, as the small group of people who had just survived the dark side's assault wept. Their red-rimmed eyes fixed on the remnants of the planet they once called home, now reduced to mere fragments.
The souls of those who perished in the explosion were scattered everywhere, never to find peace. It was not just the loss of so many lives that left the people distraught; it was the haunting realization that even in death, they could not find solace. This thought brought forth their tears, a deep sorrow that echoed through the air.