The two streams of black and white mist flowed slowly in his eyes, solemn and dignified.
Gauss shook his head from side to side. The scenery before his eyes had indeed undergone a drastic change. Everything seemed to have been stripped of color, its presence in his vision rapidly diminishing.
Since he had instructed no one to disturb him before he started working, the command room was currently empty. He pushed the door open to find two soldiers standing outside. Seeing Gauss step out, they immediately saluted.
Not far away, four Knights from the Ancestral Province were striding over, running right into Gauss as he came out. Gauss took in everyone present at a glance. Everyone was entwined with black and white auras. The white mist represented vitality, while the black mist represented the aura of death.
