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It was clear as day and cloudless as day. The morning breeze was filled with a pungent smell of blood. The grass on the ground was dyed red, and the blood pooled in a small river, flowing nonstop.

A wisp of rosy red morning glow slowly rose into the air, carrying a golden crow as it leapt off the peak.

Faint clouds and mist surrounded the mountain