It had been sunny in the morning, but now, for some reason, the sky had turned gloomy again—the gray clouds and mist descended, covering the Plunder City-State from above. In the haze, the distant bell towers and chimneys seemed like vague ink washes, while the cold wind blew in gusts, unsettling in its direction.
Two cars left the Underwood family estate, one heading directly onto the main road, speeding towards the city center, while the other took a shortcut towards the Lower City District, driving into the distance under the darkening sky.
Maurice sat at the wheel, cautiously maneuvering the vehicle on the path while glancing outside at the weather.
The sky had darkened even more since earlier, with the chaotic wind almost howling, frantically beating the colorful flags on the nearby towers.
This sudden turn of weather gave him an uneasy feeling, which brought back memories of his last visit to that antique shop.
The weather had been just as bad then.
