The rain poured down, stirred by thunder, as the train shattered all troublesome raindrops, racing on the iron tracks, moving along its predetermined route.
It was like a mad dash at the end of the world, carrying thousands of souls, futilely attempting to escape this abyss-like city.
"Prepare your salutes!"
"Get ready to welcome those twenty-one cannon shots!"
Manan hummed along with the melody, raindrops drenched the windows outside, but inside the carriage, it was warm. He listened to the rowdy music, raising his glass.
It was a night worth celebrating, a few minutes ago, they had smoothly crossed the edge of Opus, with no incidents.
No field staff descending from the skies to slash the carriage, no obstructive security checks on goods; everything went so smoothly that Manan felt a bit uneasy.
But soon, his unease was washed away by joy, the days of oppression swept clean, and Manan could finally bid farewell to this cursed city.
