Xingyu walked to the window, leaning against the frame as she gazed out. A hundred-foot-tall tower stood nestled within a vast rose garden.
Though anyone who approached the rose garden would have their heart pierced by thorns, great swarms of mysterious birds still threw themselves at it, only to vanish into dust in the blink of an eye. Beyond the thorn garden lay the dwellings of the God of Darkness’s believers; night was when they were most active.
In the brightly lit streets, humans and Monsters alike wandered, browsing or trading goods. It should have been noisy, but Xingyu was too far away to hear them.
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