The sound of helicopter blades echoed through the air, though dulled compared to before, signaling the arrival of the Long and Xia family in Tianzhou.
As the helicopter hovered in place, its occupants gathered near the exit, anticipation etched on their faces.
Moments later, the door swung open, revealing a scene of urban chaos below.
Fires raged unchecked, and thick plumes of black smoke engulfed the skyline, punctuated by the debris of collapsed structures.
Inside the helicopter, solemn expressions mirrored the gravity of the situation. The widespread devastation hinted at a threat not to be underestimated.
"What a scene. Do you reckon the imperial forces will intervene?" Xia Kang, a member of the Xia family, pondered aloud.
"With things as dire as they are, they ought to," Xia Lin, his companion, replied with a nod.
Xia Kang simply observed in silence, his gaze fixed on the unfolding turmoil in Tianzhou.
