When the clamorous dawn arrived amid the advancing echoes of war, the Ptolemaic royal city, which had been thrown into chaos for a full five days and four nights, finally ushered in the return of sunlight once more in a less-than-perfect peace.
This was a sight that had almost never appeared in this city over the past millennium.
It looked just like the scene before the end of the world.
To say nothing of how the flames on the side of the palace hill were dying down, consider just the outer rings of this giant city, those urban areas affected by the chaos: when the exhausted Sanghai warriors dropped their weapons and knelt toward the sunlight in postures covered in filth and bloodstains, behind them, amid the still-smoking, withered backdrop, those forever-energetic Transians were still carrying on a hunt that seemed as though it would never stop.
Those crisp, down-to-business strokes of the blade cast a somewhat blood-colored veil over this sea-sand dawn.
Just how many servants of the Lord of Original Sin were hidden within the Ptolemaic royal city was a hard number to tally, but judging by the fact that they could stir up chaos covering the entire city, that quantity was definitely not small, and at the very least the word "optimistic" could not be used to describe it.
The reason for this was presumably that the Creator's act of taking back His power through Murphy's mouth had fiercely "wounded" the pious hearts of the Sanghai people; born of that love turning into hatred, this caused the number of cultists who reviled the Creator and called Him a "shameful fraudster" to multiply day by day in a short span of time.
Yet after today, while the "Original Sin Church" cult might still be a thorny problem in