Up ahead.
Countless white buildings stretched endlessly, shaping the scenery of the entire world.
The buildings were completely sealed.
There was no way to open them.
No one knew what was inside these buildings.
A man dressed in leather, a cigarette dangling from his lips, stood atop a white stele, gazing down into the abyss.
He quickly finished the cigarette, flicked the butt away, letting the tiny sparks of fire drift into the distance.
Snap.
The lighter clicked as he lit a second cigarette.
The man took a deep drag, squinting his eyes as he exhaled smoke rings with utmost ease.
"Stop smoking."
A voice rang out.
A woman landed nearby, a dozen swords of varying lengths hanging from her waist. Her arms crossed, her face full of discontent.
"Pausing mid-fight just to smoke—does this not count as slacking off? Is your addiction that bad?"
She spoke in an accusatory tone.
"Swordswoman, don't blame me. I was pondering something important." The man replied.
