C767 Calm as Always

Below the west gate.

The whistling air made this place seem uneasy.

At the city gate, the towering trees by the side of the road had fallen all over Autumn Leaf.

A thin wave of autumn leaves drifted by with the wind, then landed on a bright scimitar. The tip of the blade lightly brushed past, then split into two, falling into the mud.

That blade was like a crescent moon