During one of the rare peaceful evenings in Hunaglong, there stood a familiar General in the distance.

It was a rare sight to see him somewhere that wasn't in the barracks or outside Desorock Highlands. But as usual, he stood there at the entrance of the Knell Square.

The memorial place for fallen soldiers.

No matter when and where, it seemed that Jiyan would always be brooding. After some time, the man sensed someone staring at him from behind, and so, he turned.

Recognition flashed quickly through his golden irises, and a faint smile replaced his wistful expression.

"Good evening," Jiyan spoke quietly, "I apologise for the impromptu invitation. I did it in without thinking. Though I'm relieved to see you came anyway."