The night sky was burned. In this cold winter season, there is already a cold wind blowing near the sea, but the heat of the fire is blowing hot skin. The cold wind couldn't cool you down, because there was a huge bonfire burning, and the light of the bonfire could even light up the whole sky, and the flames kept flying around, and sparks flew out.

This bonfire is a city. The entire castle became a flame. The walls that had kept the castle of kings standing for millennia were destroyed, and each section had a shocking gap to accommodate a large number of troops. These gaps were not created overnight, and each gap cost countless manpower and material resources on both sides, pouring blood and flesh here, and choking each other's necks in order to seize these places. Every gap was littered with corpses, mutilated weapons and limbs strewn to the ground, makeshift fortifications pushed to the city, and poured in the direction of the city—foreign knives were sharper than the shield of the King's Castle, and thousands and hundreds, just to pierce through the rotten rusty iron shield.

The walls were also hellish, with falling rocks and traces of flames, and those who had been pierced by bows and swords fell to the ground and could not get up again, still alive and could only survive or shout feebly.

It had been half a day since the fortifications of the King's Fortress were breached, and after the siege was over, the battle in the city was even more fierce. The walls were broken, and the whole place of the King's Castle was waiting to be occupied by outsiders, and the people who belonged here would easily succumb? Some of them had already succumbed, but those who were still holding out fought with the invaders until late at night, and the flames swept through the city.

No matter which side they are, they are all using their own methods to kill each other, and the most effective way is to destroy all this. Destroying buildings can also inflict damage and blows on the opponent.

But all this just slows down the end a little, as if this siege war, no matter what the process, the result is the same, it is only a matter of time. Until late at night, most of this thousand-year-old city had been destroyed, and the settlement had been turned into a crematorium, bricks and wood had become fuel, and all kinds of corpses were burning crackling inside. Resistance in the city grew weaker, and the well-protected areas were the first to fall into the hands of outsiders.

The starry sky at night was still bright, but the light of the flames robbed them of their brilliance, and the screams, wails, and roars of the world on the ground had nothing to do with them in the sky, they just watched it all quietly, without any sound, and the sound could not really resound in the sky—because the world was so big, and the world called the King's Castle was still too small after all.

But everything in the city has nothing to do with Lulunaka. This time it can't be said to be a war, but the war that will be recorded in history as a war has ended from the beginning, and she didn't leave at the beginning, just to see if there will be anything different from the previous one in the process and the ending. Judging from the ending, nothing has changed, and the city that disappointed her, the city-state that is no longer a country, has really disappeared. She doesn't have any sadness, this place has not given her any good memories, it is all endless bitterness after a short period of sweetness, happiness is instantaneous, but the negative emotions of disappointment and anger can continue to entangle her and torment her for more than a hundred years. But it's all over, the last scene of the King's Castle has come to an end, and only the scattered audience has not yet left.

She stayed so close to watch just to take away some of the audience who didn't want the curtain to fall – or half of the stage – as it could be. Not far from the town on the other side of the castle, Lulunaka crouched on the beach, watching the firelight on the other side. Around her, there were limbs scattered all over the ground, different from the human body destroyed by the blunt weapon of the sword, these torsos and limbs around her were spread all over the ground, looking orderly, and even more weird and terrifying.

Lulunaka won't be involved in this, but if people who are too deep in the play think of her as a member of the stage, she won't gently say to these people, "You go back to the stage", she will let the irrelevant characters just leave, because it will save a lot of trouble.

Lulunaka shook the fluorescent bottle in her hand, a small, slender bottle that could be held in one hand, rounded at both ends, and inside was a clear, glowing liquid soaked in a rotating blade, which looked a lot like the fan blades of a windmill, but it turned quickly and silently. She shook the bottle, and the blade inside swayed, pushing against the ends to get out of it. "Goodbye, goodbye, King's Castle, you just stay in history, don't appear again. Lulunaka whispered to the city in flames, her face unsmiling, calm as water. Without further ado, she stood up and walked over to the other two.

On the beach, which is littered with dismantled limbs, there are two living people, who are doing a final brawl. Julius and Romeona, the swords in their hands have been curled, and they are completely lethal, and they are probably more effective than wood. It's just that for both parties, none of that matters. The battle is over, and what is going on now is only the last struggle of the losers.

"If you had killed him in the first place, the King's Castle would not have become like this!" Most of the soft armor on Romeona's body had rotted, and the rest of the parts had been burned black, and her body was covered in blood, and her hair had been shaved early at the beginning of the war and turned into short bangs, much like a doll's head, but now she no longer looks beautiful. She wielded her sword and kept attacking Julius. Julius's appearance was just as unbearable, with only a small piece of chainmail wrapped around his waist, and injuries all over his body that could not keep up with the speed of healing. He sacrificed his life in the battle in the city, just to save more people, as long as one more person could escape from the King's Castle alive, it didn't matter if there was one more wound. Before he reaches his limit, Lulunaka drags him out instead of turning him into a completely irreparable pulp.

"Was it really right to kill that man then!" Julius fended off Romeona's attack, but only very weakly, and his body was covered in bruises from Romeona's sword. "Do you really think so!"

"Without that man, without that man!" said Romeona, swinging her sword like madness, and Julius resisted feebly.

Lulunaka didn't get involved, letting the two of them vent their emotions. Whatever they think now, it's all over, what's the point of making assumptions about the past now? But if a life like theirs weren't even allowed to vent like this, it would probably collapse faster.

Lulunaka understood.