Night had settled over Guanguan City. Heavy grey clouds covered the sky.
The air felt thick, oppressive as rain threatened to fall at any moment.
The city itself was almost empty now.
The evacuation had been successful. Airships moved constantly between sectors. Civilians were escorted away. Emergency teams remained active.
The few Espers and guides still present were either guarding the area or treating the injured.
Everything revolved around the rift.
The massive eye-shaped rift that still hovered over the city.
Meanwhile, Inside the rift. The world remained trapped in daylight.
A broken world. A dying world. A world drowning beneath red corruption.
Xinyuan stood in the middle of it, breathing hard.
The battlefield around him looked like a massacre. Monster corpses stretched endlessly across the desert.
Hundreds. Maybe thousands.
Bodies piled over bodies. Blood soaked into the crimson sand.
