Heavenly Dungeon.
A thin beam of light slipped through the narrow iron window, landing before him. It could not dispel the darkness, yet in that shaft of light, one could faintly see floating motes of dust.
Marshal Silver knelt with his hair disheveled, two iron chains piercing through his shoulder blades, the blood staining his prison robes long since dried black.
"Something's happened! That demon monkey has made his move! Blossom Mountain is besieging Cloudrealm Sky Harbor!"
A prison guard hurried past the railing outside.
"How could that be? Blossom Mountain besieging Cloudrealm Sky Harbor? Are you sure you heard right?" Another guard responded upon hearing the commotion.
"No mistake, absolutely no mistake. The memorial has already gone up to the High Sky Throne Hall—how could this be a joke?"
Marshal Silver quietly gazed at the pattern formed by sunlight before him, his trembling fingers reaching out to trace a few strokes in the dirt-streaked ground.
His lips curled faintly upward, revealing nothing but endless bitterness.
"General Ward... can he handle it?" he wondered.