The dark green military transport plane roared as it landed at a military airport on the eastern outskirts of Songdu City.
The cabin door slid open, and instead of the expected bloody insect tide or the smell of gunpowder, a salty, fishy sea breeze greeted them, along with the unique noise and clamor of this coastal port city, mixed with cargo, fuel, and urban life.
Fang Qingyu was the first to step out of the cabin, followed by Jiang Wei and the others.
Looking up, the airport's elevation offered a panoramic view of the core urban area of Songdu City.
Tall buildings stood like a forest, neon lights began to flicker, and the massive port terminal blazed with lights. Cranes, like giant steel arms, methodically loaded and unloaded container ships.
Ships came and went on the sea like shuttles.
Everything was far from the apocalyptic scene he had imagined when he first heard about the Molting Level pit.
His gaze swept across the city's edge.
Fang Qingyu squinted slightly.
