A brand new era has arrived, merciless wheels grinding over everything from the old times.
It seems like thousands of birds are screaming, gathering into massive swarms and swirling over the Lower City District.
That's the rising and falling sound of iron whistles, soldiers blowing them forcefully, as iron boots thunder against the damp ground, following the sound's command to occupy every street and square.
The purification of the Underground Palace has entered its final stage, tons of fire oil poured in from various entrances, a raging sea of fire burning fiercely, and amidst it, fire guns keep sounding like deafening thunder.
Endless shadows rush from the other end of the inferno, bringing whispers and wails that can't be shaken off; no matter how much fire and bullets are poured in, they always seem to return from the dark nightmare.
"Increase firepower!"
