The night breeze was slightly cool, blowing against him, making Xiao Jie particularly clear-headed.
Xiao Jie gazed into the distance at the apocalyptic scene—the shattered earth, the gray sky, the swirling chaotic clouds in the distance, and the annihilation storms emitting eerie light. He stood within the safety of Embers City, inside the fortress of the Iron Blood Immortal Alliance, watching the wasteland through a pale golden barrier, feeling a strange sensation of "watching a fire from the shore, detached from calamity." It was a mix of relief for being in a refuge and knowing that this paradise was ultimately just a lone raft in the ocean of the apocalypse, destined to vanish sooner or later.
In the sky, colorful beams of light occasionally flew across the horizon, merging into the city.
