The gloomy clouds completely covered the city, Thunder rolling within them, then it was as if a lake was being poured down from the sky, drenching the city.
Raindrops hit the eaves, channeled by the grooves, converging together, rushing down the streets, some plunging into the rushing Rhine River, others flowing downward, flooding into the unknown dense Sea of Mist of the Great Rift.
The rain gradually intensified, raising a layer of mist on the surface, the mist surged, bringing a sense of unreality to the city, like a hallucinatory dream.
In the dark blue hue, black silhouettes gradually emerged, like untouchable phantoms, standing high above, overlooking the city.
Gray was among them, looking around the silent streets with a hint of nervousness.
Currently, Opus was still under the control of the Order Bureau, they could harass the city's edges with impunity, but being truly within this city, the hidden threats from the shadows still made him uneasy.
