Silence was spreading, with only the sound of the torrential rain echoing continuously, the aura of killing intent sharp and heavy unfurling amidst the rain, like an endless sea of blackness akin to the infinitely replicating Smith in "The Matrix," exuding a breath of death.
Silent, yet spectacular.
Oppressive, yet explosive.
Closing your eyes, only the roar of the torrential rain vibrated in the eardrums, but within the constant pounding of one's own heart, one could feel the sharp killing intent gradually approaching the chest. Carelessly, a metallic taste exploded in the mouth, but the overwhelming pressure didn't lessen in the slightest.
This is no trivial matter.
Not only the first bus, but the buses behind had successively gotten wind of the situation, piecing together the grand sight of the boundless black ocean through the silhouette of the first bus, everyone stood, pressing against the bus windows, looking at the scene in astonishment, unable to utter a word.
