The wind had howled all day, and a huge rift opened in the clouds to the west.
The day's last ray of sunlight shone brighter than ever.
Then darkness shrouded the Stronghold, and everything fell deathly silent.
Only the wind roamed the empty streets and alleys in solitude.
Soon, shadows appeared in the torchlight, one after another.
"Quick! Quick."
"Hurry up."
"Keep it down. Leave that stuff behind, you wasteful old woman!"
"..."
Everyone in the Stronghold gathered cautiously outside the Ancestral Hall.
Whispers rose without end. Some cursed the goddamned Black Cavalry Gang.
Others cursed their crying children.
Everyone's heart began pounding wildly at that moment, for reasons they could not explain.
A moment later, a black dog ran out of the crowd, its eyes darting about.
Then it began barking furiously.
"Quick, quick!!"
The person nearest to it grabbed a stick and knocked the black dog unconscious.
Led by the old stronghold chief, the group quickly left the Stronghold.
Their journey passed without incident until the following morning.
They rested beside a mountain spring and drank some water.
Le Huan searched the crowd with wide eyes.
But his boss was nowhere to be seen.
"Where's my boss?"
"Where's Boss?"
Le Huan began wandering around, drifting from one side to the other.
His big eyes were full of confusion.
"Hey! Idiot."
He heard someone call out.
Le Huan looked back. It was the chubby boy who always bullied him.
"What are you looking for?"
Le Huan ignored him, muttering, "Where's my boss?"
"A bunch... a bunch of brainless fools!"
By the river, Yiha held a wooden shovel taller than himself, scooping out the silt a little at a time.
Water kept dripping from the hem of his clothes, and sweat kept pouring out of him.
He was vainly