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The night was like water.
Anderson stared ahead, watching the instant the world before him was swallowed by night.
Thanks to the clear view from his position on the mountaintop, Anderson took it all in: not a trace of light remained in heaven or earth. Darkness simply poured down evenly from the sky, settling as lightly as mist upon the earth, silently swallowing the mountains, plains, houses, and cities along its path. And this country had long since made its preparations. Whatever it encountered, nothing was any different from before.
The curtain of night fell, and the wings of death descended equally upon everyone's head.
Under His mercy, lovers who loved each other deeply fell into sweet dreams hand in hand, a vagrant enjoyed a peaceful night's sleep in a half-roof-collapsed ruin, and in a luxurious mansion, a demigod sitting by the window gazing at the sky slowly closed their eyes, leaning their head against the wall and sinking into eternal slumber... Whether they were Beyonders or ordinary people, nobles or vagrants, descendants of Death or people of mixed Northern Continent ancestry, enemies with blood debts between them or family members who cared for one another, they all met death at the same moment.
At the instant their consciousness vanished, they seemed to hear a voice softly humming a song, like a lullaby from their memories.
The starlit night swept quietly over the cities, passing across almost half the Balam Empire in an instant.
The lights remained on, but no living thing would ever make another sound.
Anderson watched it all, his heart filled with nothing but wonder and admiration. This had nothing to do with faith or personal preference. Faced with this supremely silent and beautiful death, he simply found himself unable to feel sorrow for a moment,