Two hours later, the Tang family manor had transformed into what could only be described as a biblical disaster theme park. The dining room had flooded—water reaching Everly's waist, floating china bobbing past like sad little boats. The corridor had somehow become a sauna, steam billowing out every time someone cracked the door open. Stepping in there felt like walking into hell's waiting room, which was particularly disorienting considering it was supposed to be winter.
Now, everyone had retreated to the living room, which was... also a disaster.
Snow fell continuously from the ceiling like someone had installed a malfunctioning winter wonderland machine, coating every surface in white powder like some twisted Christmas card come to life.
