The area outside of Tidehark was shrouded in silence.

The imperial army had retreated—only the traces of that giant army camp and the ruined city stood proof of the battle that had taken place several days ago.

The city was lifeless even during the daytime. Every house had shut their doors, and the few people on the streets moved in a hurried pace. Only a handful of people were working, hauling corpses outside the city for burial. No one accompanied them, nor did anyone cry for these unidentified fallen men.

The passersby and the people from the windows gazed at the corpse truck with cold expressions. Some of them revealed expressions of sorrow, but most of them were fairly indifferent.

The city guard had long since been destroyed, and the survivors were now hiding in their homes, not daring to reveal themselves. The spirit of the entire city had collapsed. The god they looked up to, Luo Bingfeng, had fallen, and there were rumors claiming Zhang Buzhou had a part in it. The people felt their spiritual...