At the Higher-ups, the wooden door stood wide open. The folding screen meant to display the majesty of the upper echelon had been torn to shreds, and several old men lay on the ground, covered in blood.
As the flame of their lives extinguished, the old men's flesh and blood gradually turned into distinct, colorful lines, finally disappearing completely.
"What... what is going on? The Higher-ups of the Higher-ups... were they all drawn?"
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