The rain had softened to a thin mist.
It drifted quietly over Orchard Road, washing the last streaks of blood from cracked asphalt and carrying them in narrow crimson streams toward the drains. What had been a battlefield of thunder and violence only minutes earlier now felt strangely hollow. The screams had faded. The clash of steel had fallen silent.
Exhaustion had finally claimed everyone.
Hunters moved through the wreckage like ghosts wandering the aftermath of a storm. Some searched carefully beneath collapsed concrete and twisted metal beams, calling out hoarsely for anyone still alive. Others dragged bodies from the rubble and laid them in rough rows along the edge of the plaza.
Survivors slowly emerged from the mall.
