"The wave is coming!"
At the edge of sight, a black tide surged forth, devouring everything in its path.
Grass and trees withered and decayed in an instant, buildings collapsed, and the tide, like sticky ink, tainted the sky and earth black.
From the far end of the heavens, the clouds grew even more somber.
Surrounding clouds and mist were constantly eroding the Dawn District, seeking to snuff out this lone beacon of hope.
The light dimmed gradually.
As if a storm was on the horizon, clouds gathered over the Dawn District, covering the world beneath. The Pure White Tower at the center of the base city began to flicker with strands of golden light at its pinnacle, contending with the encroaching grey mist from all directions.
The sky was enshrouded with clouds, but still, threads of light pierced through, stubbornly spilling onto the earth.
Casting toward the far end, toward the tumultuous Mysterious Evil tide underneath the grey fog.
Their forms became clearer.
