"But... but I still feel those people haven't given up, they haven't given up on electricity."
"What's wrong?"
Lorenzo, interested in this city's past, pressed on.
"It's simple, the Dunling Plan failed, but the area covered by electricity wasn't erased, and bit by bit, electricity is expanding. Although it hasn't conquered the city after all this time, it's become ubiquitous, hasn't it?
This is why Old Dunling is so captivating; it's like a microcosm of the entire Western world, where you can feel the transformation."
A cold wind blew through the sewer, so icy that even Heracles found it unbearable.
"That's enough reminiscing, Lorenzo, now your issue is the priority."
Heracles said as he stood up, motioning for Lorenzo to follow him.
"Where are we going?"
"To a safe place."
Heracles looked back at Lorenzo.
"Didn't you say it yourself? Those Mission people won't give up easily, they might be scouring the city with knives looking for you as we speak."
