The surroundings are quiet and serene.

There is no roar of gang fighting, no roar of mechanical shock. The nobles spoke softly, the fabrics of their skirts rubbing against each other discreetly, and the servants remained silent, bowing their heads humbly, their expressions hidden in the shadows.

The darkness was silent, and the giants in their form of helmets and armor walked forward, their dark eyes glittering. And the midnight geist walks in the midst of the living and dead, and the illusion of sparse light is a fragment of broken mirrors, turning their own shadows

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