City of Storms

As dusk came, the scattered afterglow of the setting sun reflected in the forest a hundred miles away from the City of Wind and Rain, giving these lush trees a sense of twilight, as if they had aged because they had been there for too long. However, Shumu himself didn't seem to realize this. They still stood tall and straight, meticulous, for fear that a little tremor would cause uneasiness. This scene has been going on for so many years that people can no longer be touched at all. Many years ago, this place was a battlefield, and every sway of the trees was worth tensing up the nerves of the soldiers on the wall. Perhaps this was the beginning of a great war. The wars were frequent and fierce. Even today, 30,000 years have passed, the walls of the City of Wind and Rain still have blackened blood, which exudes a dark light under the setting sun, making it look strange and evil. No matter how you look at it, this is an ominous sign, but the people in the city seem to be unaware of it and don't seem to take it to heart at all. People have come and gone for many years, but no one has ever expressed any uneasiness. The black blood on the city seems to have become a symbol of glory and pride? ? ?