Inside the walls of Gorg, men dressed in blue-black uniforms moved, clutching AK-47s on their chests and patrolling the top of the wall and the road stretching toward the buildings in the city.

Winds swelled and waved through the road, passing by the poles and landing at the sides of the buildings.

At the other side of the transparent windows, men dressed in long robes and angry faces moved, opening doors and walking toward the large black door. Their boots slammed onto the ground, echoing like hammers and halted the moment they stopped by the black door.

One of the six men stepped forward, knocked on the door three times, then opened it, paving way for the five standing behind him.

Upon entering, they stopped and stared at the two men standing closer to the large transparent window that captured the part of the sky at its top.

Among the two men, the one with red eyes stretched his hands and brushed his fingers across the metallic surface of a sword case, which glittered and raised as if it had life.

"It amuses me to lay my fingers on these finally," he said, grinning. He opened the sword case, wrapped his fingers around the handle of an obsidian sword, then pulled it out of its case and stretched it upward, letting the tip point to the white bulb hanging freely and brightening the room.

The light, which shimmered and gave life to the room, began to fade one step at a time, going off and letting a thick darkness take charge in the room. At that very moment, the red-eyed man grinned, closed his eyes, and opened his left arm, welcoming the darkness like a long-awaited person.

At the side of the door, the bodies of the men standing trembled as chills ran through their spines, seeing how heavy the man's grin was before the darkness came, and how his hands got spread like a king receiving blessing from a higher being, then took a step back.

One after another, they exchanged glances, their faces shimmering with shock and despair as their faces began turning red, as if the light wasn't the only thing the darkness had taken away, but the air in the room as well.

After finding the handle of the door he stood behind, he swung it downward, exiting the room like a flash. The six men joined, following the movement of the first person who exited, as if he was their king or their commander.

Cracking his eyes open, he saw the yellow-eyed man man standing few inches away from him, his eyes glowing wildly. Though it wasn't the same as his red eyes, yet the man's yellow eyes also shimmered, igniting the room and giving it a sense of living.

While the other six men still gasped for air and shook their heads sideways, they leaned on the walls of the door they exited and waited for the light in the room to come back on.

For the two men already in the room, no one moved, twitched, or said a word; they simply stood there, their eyes opening widely and staring at each other like two distant moons, ready to cast their burdens on each other.

Though the room darkened at first, but now it shone brightly with the red and yellowish glow.

Kang, who happened to be the man with the yellow eye, turned and moved a step forward, then bowed his head, inhaling deeply and smiling like a prince praising his king.

"Uncle, relax, let me send hell unto them," he said in a voice that echoed in both love, pain, and revenge, then raised his head and stared wildly at the red-eyed man.

For five minutes after he spoke, the man didn't respond, nor did he move an inch; he simply kept on staring back at Kang, his red eyes glowing like hellfire.

He moved the sword downward, placing it in its cover case, and at the moment he zipped the case the bulb flickered, then began to brighten the room with its white light.

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Birds flapped their wings as they moved from the branches of the trees serving as a shade for women sitting beside tables filled with fresh fruits and vegetables, and hovering above the roofs of the tables that stretched closer to the branches of the trees.

As an engine rammed and echoed like a heartbeat, all the women turned toward its direction, their eyes shimmering with tearful joy, as if seeing someone they hadn't seen for a decade.

When the car slowed down, rumbling softly and letting the dust settle, one of the women stood up, turned toward those sitting by her, laughing wildly.

"See, the president has visited us," she said, jolting from where she stood and began walking toward the car's direction. While she placed her steps, she opened the cloth wrapped around her waist and shook it slightly before wrapping it tightly at her waist again.

Moving past a burnt street light, she turned and gestured to the young and old women she left behind to follow. And as she turned and walked to the car, other footsteps followed her, blasting dust as they ran and stopped at her side.

Seconds after the seven people joined, other men and women joined, leaving their tables, shelves, and wrecked cars behind, smiling and praising the car from afar.

When the first lady reached the side of the car, joy filled her eyes when she saw her own reflection smiling back at her.

Meanwhile, in the car, Jinx squeezed her eyes as she stared at the women walking from afar and approaching them like zombies. She turned toward the guy holding the steer, smiled, then turned her gaze back to the women, then shook her head as tiny drops of tears filled her smiling eyes.

"What's going on?" she said, turning back to the guy beside her in a joyous, shock-filled voice.

"Jinx, haven't you been to a village before?" the guy said, laughing slightly, then turned his head to the guy sitting in the back seat and gestured to him, drawing his attention from the seventeen-looking ladies trying to peek through the tinted window.

"Oin, this one is on you," he said, raised his left arm from the steer, pressed on a button, allowing the one at the back seat to push his chair backward if he wanted to sleep, if he decided to not go like he did earlier.

Oin, who stood there quiet all the time, and staring at those outside the car like toys shook his head, then straightened himself in the seat he was in.

He cleared his throat, turned his head, cracking the bones in his neck fixed the collar of his shirt, then shifted slightly to the door. Oin closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, then cracked his eyes open as if whatever he was walking into was a disaster he wasn't ready to face.

"Fine," he said, his voice sounding half-bold and half-weak as he pulled the handle of the door and pushed it, letting the ladies standing there move back and give him way.

Eyes widened the moment they saw a young boy with brown hair straightening himself as he stepped down from the car and onto the dusty ground filled with tiny pieces of plastic and broken wood scattered like stones.

All the women stretched their hands as they imagined Oin to be a God sent to them by the city people. And among the crowded women, one old woman leaning on her walking stick stared at Oin from a distance and started walking toward her table, feeling disappointed.

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