We didn't take long to adapt to the new situation; two people united, and we crushed the enemies who shot a weird rap clip with quick and heavy blows.
Each region's mob type was different in the first layer, but my perception was destroyed with the first Fallen group we encountered in the second layer.
Social media, hardware, and mobs, which should have been in the area where the people danced wildly, coexisted in this layer.
"Guys, I'm not entirely sure, but I think there is no regional distinction here. All the Fallen are hanging out together!"
It was the most plausible deduction, even though it was just a theory at the moment. We had no choice but to move forward and prove it right.
What a coincidence; we wouldn't have waited long for this job. A little ahead of us, two clean-looking youths were approaching some crouching vagrants.
"Guys, we will now harass these punks in their neighborhoods!"
