At dawn, the distant sky spat out the pale light of daybreak, as the first rays of the morning pierced through the horizon from east to west. The slumbering world began to awaken, greeting the arrival of a new day.
Under the glow of dawn, the headquarters of the Japan Cultivator Self-Defense Force lay in shambles. The sign at the entrance was reduced to a heap of debris scattered on the ground. Throughout the courtyard were visible streaks of dark, crimson blood, along with numerous corpses. Some office windows were shattered, their fragments littering the floors, and even some walls were cracked and collapsed.
All of this stood as testament to the great battle that had taken place here.
The facts were indeed such.
