Night fell, yet above the sky, light continued to churn. The Iron Whales circled Dunling Tower as if hunting prey, illuminating the scorched wreckage with their light, leaving no shadows for hiding.
The battle was over, but subsequent events still needed handling, like these collapsed buildings, lingering erosion...
This time, even if people didn't want to pay attention, they couldn't help it. Dunling Tower, like a blazing fire, had become a beacon above the city.
The elevator reached the end, and as the dark panel opened, Watson stepped out from the shadowy stairs, entering under the dome's light.
Old Dunling had not only visible outposts but also numerous hidden posts entirely guarded by Cleaners. These outposts usually remained silent, disguised as abandoned residential buildings, awaiting demolition and renovation.
