222 White Robe and Silver Robe_1
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The eastern horizon gradually revealed a hint of white belly of fish, indicating the start of a new day.
However, for the residents of Fallen Eagle City, the infernal night they had just experienced had been the last day of their lives.
The flames had gradually extinguished, but the suffocating heat still lingered. Even from a distance, it felt unbearably hot.
In a bush about three kilometers away from Fallen Eagle City, a uniquely designed horse-drawn carriage was parked.
The coachman was napping, seemingly having had a sleepless night. His face bore dark circles around his eyes and a lingering fear was etched in his brow as if he was having a nightmare.
The two old horses pulling the carriage were leisurely eating grass on the ground, occasionally swishing their tails to drive away the mosquitoes and flies.
"Thump thump."