Explosions, screams of rage, the sound of bricks and tiles shattering and collapsing…
The sounds of battle had resounded nearly all night, only ceasing just before the break of dawn.
On Holy Rye Street, Colin's residence.
Colin slowly walked out of the master bedroom, arrived at the large terrace on the second floor facing Rite Street, and slightly leaned forward, resting on the white stone balustrade of the terrace as a light breeze lifted the hair from his forehead.
At this moment, the sun had not risen from the ground, yet the world was no longer engulfed in complete darkness.
Apart from the lights that shone from his location, the flames on the distant Rite Street had not yet dimmed, tinging the sky with a slight reddish glow.
A while passed.
At the same time Renee had prepared breakfast and was knocking on his door, a sliver of golden light quietly emerged on the eastern horizon.
"It's time to leave," Colin took a deep breath and silently turned around.
