The blossoming of the evil typha flowers issued gentle breezes. They fluttered back and forth before releasing little seeds looking like strings of cotton.

“It’s happening!” The spectators became startled and carefully took in every moment.

Some shuddered in response, knowing that these seeds represented death and suffering.

They also looked like snowflakes, only with a golden shade. This looked like a scene out of a painting, only that it was a death sentence.

Something seemed to...