He was sitting on a piece of broken bluestone bricks, surrounded by half-collapsed city walls, with charred wooden beams scattered across the ground, and broken arrows and broken flags stuck in the rubble, like rows of desolate tombstones. In the distance, the outline of the city turned into a ferocious silhouette under the blood moon. There were still fires rising into the sky in several places, turning half of the sky an ominous orange-red color.
