The Sun Rises in the East

On the fourteenth day of the seventh month in the hundredth year of the Northern Emperor's reign, Lie Feng, covered in blood, gazed at a blood-red misty figure that was slowly fading away and murmured, “...Is it over just like that?... Well, so be it...” Looking back, the grasslands and forests had once been lush and green. Now, more than a thousand corpses lay scattered across the wilderness. And beyond the reach of his gaze, several times as many had died for the same cause.