The twisted, scar-ridden town below is quietly swept by the eccentrically peaceful sea breeze. Sea birds hum sweet tunes, and migratory birds have flown away somewhere. In the town where the signs of battle have vanished, the Humans who had evacuated peek out, their faces expressing nothing but pessimism as they gaze upon the dilapidated town. Among them, some collapse to their knees, shedding tears, accumulating resentment and bitterness towards the absurd and irrational calamity.
Quon, observing from above, can do nothing about it. In his position, knowing the hearts of both the Devil and the Human, he is tormented by the complex emotions. He can only silently endure the waves of fleeting emotions.