The rain had stopped.
The unbroken month of overcast rain had temporarily ceased. The dark clouds had risen higher, though the sun was still nowhere to be seen. Yet layered mountains of smoky blue could be glimpsed in the distance, and the air was clean to the extreme.
There was no wind. Puddles covered the ground like mirrors, each large and small irregular mirror holding the sky within it.
They reflected the gloomy black clouds, making it difficult to tell heaven from earth.
Suddenly.
A streak of white appeared in the reflections of the mirror-like puddles.
Her feet hovered a foot above the ground as she drifted lightly past, slowly searching for something. Her skirt was white as mourning cloth, her hair black as ink, floating over the shattered sky upon the ground...
Seas turn to mulberry fields. The collapsed old city walls could vaguely still be seen, along with old bricks and stones that bore witness to the raging flames of old.
The terrain had changed somewhat. It was clear that several floods had swept through after the great battle.
Floods could scour away earth and bring new soil, changing everything. Given enough time, even human books and stone steles would forget what had once been. In the end, all would become the dust of history, buried completely, unless one who had lived through it returned.
"It's all a sin. Good land turned into this state. Even those lucky enough to escape back then could not escape the Sea of Suffering after death. Slaying dragons—why bother?"
She shook her head and searched for the Dragon Hunting Crossbow.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. She actually could not pinpoint the Dragon Hunting Crossbow's exact location.
Her expectations for this weapon of slaughter rose considerably.
"Back then."
"It seemed the Dragon Hunters