Two days later, in the early morning.
The fragments occasionally falling from the sky have become a common sight during this time.
These mirror-like shards break apart in mid-air, transforming into red light points that fall like raindrops.
Once they are too numerous, they gather into a red ribbon.
These ribbons float weightlessly in the air, drifting everywhere, with red light points on their being occasionally descending.
Now the whole world exudes a strange sense of beauty, a beauty of brokenness and fragmentation.
Since early morning, the entire large camp has been filled with clamorous sounds.
Soldiers and craftsmen inside the camp are carrying out large-scale dismantling of the entire camp and loading supplies into vehicles.
Longbei and his team returned to the camp a day earlier, signaling the complete removal and transformation of the four camps along the shore into their style.
