The whimpering, mournful sounds gradually faded, leaving only the patter of the rain falling across the sky, as if the heavens themselves were softly sobbing.
The multicolored Spiritual Rainbows had also disappeared. Only a few scattered figures remained, withdrawing their Spiritual Light as they set things up around the area.
In front of Demon-Vanquishing City, the blood had already been washed away by the rain, and the corpses and Treasures had all been collected.
The brightest places on the entire mountain peak were once again the burning Beacon Towers.
The golden flames were still as bright as ever, illuminating the people who were rearranging the Arrays and repairing the city walls, bringing a slight sense of warmth to their hearts.
