At the entrance to Storm City, the security remained as tight as ever.
The City Guards rigorously scrutinized every individual coming in or going out.
As for the players and local NPCs who had set Storm City as their home point, they too were on tenterhooks, as though the air itself had thickened with palpable tension.
A profound worry flickered in their eyes. John looked up, staring into the sky.
He wasn't sure if it was just his imagination, but it seemed like the storm clouds that perpetually hung over Storm City had dispersed somewhat.
He could now vaguely make out the sky.
"Do you guys feel like Storm City seems different from before?" Adam's voice tinged with confusion broke into his thoughts.
Only then did John realize that his intuition wasn't deceiving him—Storm City was indeed undergoing a subtle transformation.
