Leaving the airport, the Envoy of the White Tower took the monorail to tour the central district of this base city.
Outside the window was the sunlight, the lake surface shimmering with sparkling ripples, majestic bridges erected dozens of meters above the river, bustling with a continuous stream of traffic.
What they saw was a scene even busier and more peaceful than their Oasis.
Not a trace of gray mist in sight.
Since this was the core area of the base city, even stretching their sights to the horizon, they could not see the dark line at the edge of the sky; all they saw was serenity, serenity, and more serenity!
"Even if, the world will eventually be consumed, they indeed managed to, during the stage of the Tide of Gray Mist's arrival, tear apart the clouds that always shrouded the sky."
"How did they do it!"
He gazed into the distance at the Pure White Tower standing tall and very conspicuous.
