The wailing sound twisted and turned, weaving into a mournful melody in the icy cold wind.
The actions on Old Dunling's side were faster than everyone had imagined. After all, the manor was near the royal area, and those heavily armed Forbidden Guards were the most intimidating force. They were quickly dispatched under orders, but the order was not to attack the manor, but to blockade it. No one was allowed in, and no one was permitted to leave.
The red cloak formed a scarlet defensive line, with sophisticated weapons aimed at the burning manor.
The true executors of the night had arrived with the rumbling train under the cover of darkness. They avoided people's sight and waged war in the shadows. The response team of the Purification Mechanism had arrived, with the Aluminothermic Rifles fueling the raging fire.
