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"Woo! Woo woo!!"
That day, the resonant blast of the horn suddenly erupted.
In Without-Sun City, the ground shook, mountains quaked, and dust clouds billowed.
Bizarre carriages arrived in quick succession, people's heartbeats thundered like drums, either stunned into silence or visibly shaken, not understanding what had happened.
To reside in this city—ironclad rules were always stringent, bound by countless constraints.
Yet these carriages disregarded all laws, treading the skies, sprinting with abandon, their arrogant and domineering presence coalescing into a hurricane torrent.
More unbelievably, the guards on both sides of the streets all leapt off the backs of their Contracted Spirit Fond Spirits.
They knelt on one knee, fists to chest, faces flushed with excitement, unable to contain their inner turmoil.
Even as the carriages vanished into the horizon's end, with the formidable presence of high-ranking beings spilling into the wind, they still knelt, motionless.
