The rain curtain was continuous and seemed colder than usual; disordered winds blew through the buildings, whipping the rain into a tangled mess. The distant neon lights turned into large, indistinct patches of color in the mist, emitting ambiguous illusionary light.
The black canopy boats and Mechanical Flower Boats floating among the pavilions and towers received navigation warnings issued by the control division, and promptly moored beside the nearest building to dodge the worsening weather—a cold air mass was reportedly descending from the north, expected to transform into a cyclone near the Refining Tower, bringing a storm over the entire city.
Through the wide windows, Xuan Che could feel the brewing unrest in the air outside.
Something sensed it... sensed the presence of an unsettling "gaze" within the city.
Xuan Che steadied his mind, maintaining a calm expression as he looked at Mo Ran sitting opposite him.
