The dense fog, mixed with ashes from the Abandoned Land, surged out from the scar that spanned the earth. It soared high into the sky like the breaths of a pod of whales, intertwining with the heavy cloud layers, forming a grey mist canopy that almost shrouded most of the city. Moisture condensed between the grey mist and the cumulus clouds, becoming heavy until gravity caught hold of it, turning into a fine drizzle that fell down.
The mildly cold rain sprinkled on Bologue's face, invigorating his slightly weary expression. He stood atop the building, gazing at the ever-expanding steel forest that still stretched outward. A sense of time's illusion crept into his mind. In less than a century, everything had become unrecognizable.
