Fallen leaves wavered through the midnight's cold wind of the Bastion City like dead souls.
Dancing shadows scattered on the streets and the mansion's iron gate walls as a gust of wind flew by the front of the Storm mansion.
Streetlights positioned at the sides of the Bastion City's highway threw orange pools on the wet ground while insects circled the bulbs.
Meowing sounds echoed at the pedestrian walkway, as two black cats with red eyes chased after each other, fighting.
All the dancing trees at a fifty-kilometer distance away from the Qing's compound bent sideways as a blinding gold light wavered through the street like sound.
The moment the light reached ten kilometers away from the Qing's walls, it vanished. Leon walked out of the sparkling smoke of the light, wearing a black war suit.
The black cloth wrapped around his neck like a second skin, while its tip flared behind him like hell wings.
