Black floating clouds obscured the blue sky until it became invisible, leaving behind only a dark, gloomy atmosphere as if it were nighttime. The sun hid itself behind the clouds as if too lazy to shine its light. Raindrops fell to the earth and washed away the blood pooling on the ground. The pale red streams were the blood that had merged with droplets of rain. The sound of the howling wind was like a funeral song playing for the departed souls. The battle between the two clans had almost reached its end, but somewhere else, another battle seemed to have only begun.