The venomous serpent hibernating in the cave finally survived the harsh winter, just like the blood-red buds dormant on Lowell's chest.
Perhaps the Moon King never intended to plague his own descendants, and even hoped for a day when history would reckon with him... just like that nameless soldier who, in that icebound season, came to his senses and turned his gun toward Lowell.
Yet, when faced with that heavy epic, all of them, without exception, softened.
Whether they were kings and generals, nameless soldiers, or obscure experts.
It was already too late.
"Bang!"
The sudden gunshot added a touch of melancholy and murderous tension to the festive atmosphere in Mammoth City.
The young men whose passions had not yet been extinguished rushed forward once again with determination, just like their teachers had taught them in class, facing Witch Todd and Laxi with the same steadfast spirit.
The people surrounded the city hall, demanding an explanation.
