The morning sun gently illuminated the earth, and the golden dawn not only ended the long night but also seemed to dispel the lingering resentment in the Thirteen Sakura Village.
But it only seemed so.
The fire had burned throughout the night. Although the houses were scattered and not densely packed, preventing the entire village from being reduced to ashes, many places were still reduced to charred, collapsing ruins. The stench of blood from the night's slaughter lingered heavily, mingling with the breeze in an oddly sweet and metallic scent.
Human blood, demon blood—the entire village, after such a night, had hardly a patch of land that wasn't stained with blood.
This season was the time of cherry blossoms blooming, with their fragrant, vibrant colors. Yet, the once-thriving Thirteen Sakura Village no longer retained its former glory. After the noisy Demon Ghosts were all eliminated, the only audience left to admire the flowers were silent corpses.
