Thousands of kilometers away from the nightmarish city of "Elysium," drowned in blood, investigations, the madness of the Samiyin, and rotting ruins… lay the city of "Zerathion."
A city of the elite, home to the wealthy who could buy clouds just to make them rain perfume.
A city that knew no poverty, and heard the screams of monsters only through comedic news broadcasts.
Winter had reached its peak in Zerathion.
Pure white snow, untouched by any pollution or chemical haze, fell slowly in a rhythmic, almost dancing pattern from the sky, covering the glass skyscrapers in a layer of cold cotton.
At the top of one of the tallest skyscrapers in the Diamond District, where a penthouse apartment larger than an entire palace was located… the scene defied the laws of logic and weather.
On the vast open balcony overlooking the snowy city, there was a large swimming pool.
Despite the temperature dropping below zero, the water had not frozen.
