As dawn broke, the sky was bathed in a brilliant shade of red.
The moment John and his companions stepped out of Storm City, the first rays of morning light cascaded down, gilding the vast wilderness in hues of gold.
However, peculiarly, this sunlight couldn't penetrate the magnificent and imposing Storm City.
The city remained shrouded beneath a dense layer of clouds, with gales howling and sweeping across its streets.
John abruptly turned, the city seeming like an entity entirely detached from the world, unaffected by any environmental shift.
"So, is this the origin behind the name, 'Storm City'?" John murmured to himself.
Beside him, Blue Sea chuckled, "It's indeed quite bizarre. Whether it's the NPCs who've lived here for years or the players who've chosen this city as their base, no one knows why Storm City always maintains this grim appearance."
