The pitch-black universe was lit by millions of burning bombs. In the empty world, only Beliis’s ragged breathing remained. The smell of blood filled his nostrils as he lay exhausted on the crimson, cracked earth. His once-dazed eyes suddenly stirred violently when he saw that glimmer of light tearing through the darkness. No! Stop! Even though every bone in his body felt ready to break, Beliis still struggled to get up. Suddenly, a wind heavy with the stench of blood swept past, carrying a tattered imperial flag from afar. It was so filthy that its original deep-red color was barely discernible. Berenis struggled to crawl toward it,
