Huo Tu laid on the pedestal of the Blood Prison, his form still and quiet against the cold stone. The massive tower, once filled with prisoners and guards, now stood empty and silent. The dark energy that had permeated every corner had dissipated, leaving behind only hollow echoes.
Outside, throughout Crimson Moon City, monks and priests conducted purification ceremonies. Incense smoke drifted through the streets while chants filled the air. The denizens who remained joined in prayers, seeking to cleanse their home of the lingering corruption.
A few days before, Xiang Hu watched from his newly established command post as Huo Tu's figure passed through the city gates. The Talon General's breath caught in his throat, but he remained rooted to his spot. Even with his authority over the captured city, he dared not approach the legendary Sword Saint.
