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An exhausted man could be seen slumped over his chair. The always valiant and reliable Dario felt a headache coming.
In fact, it was the same for the rest of Draconic. It had been such a pain to take care of the entire population of Metropolis-C. The ordinary civilians had been contained in the shelters or straight up evacuated outside the city.
They had directed the at-risk weaker Climbers to leave or hide in the Tower for as long as they could. It had taken the whole day. During that time, there had been many fights with even some deaths too.
The drugs had been way too potent! Any reason had sufficed to warrant a duel to the death in the eyes of the drugged people. It included stuff like "You slept with my wife" or "You ate my sandwich," and even "You looked at me, asshole!"
