Warm golden light mingled with the cold silver on Wang Ran's face, blending with his faint smile to create an atmosphere that sent shivers down one's spine.
Wooo—
The desolate sound of a horn echoed from all around.
Within the blaring of horns lay the tumult of ten thousand horses galloping, the screams of life and death in battle, the calls of birds and beasts, weeping and wailing as if bleeding, the mournful cries of collapsing titans, along with some inexplicable, tremendous noise...
Closing his eyes, he felt as if he were amid eons of changing winds and clouds.
Finally, all fell into a deathly silence.
Thousands of light orbs, enshrouded in black mist, emerged from the air. They covered the sky and the earth with an imposing momentum, yet quietly circled around Wang Ran without making a sound.
History remained silent, secrets unspoken.