Gigantic stone pillars held up the sky of each platform, having witnessed countless trains coming from the north and heading to the south, stitching together the empire's edge and its heart. Now, the coming and going trains have become rarer than before, casting a veil of loneliness over this once bustling monumental station.
On the station platform, soldiers of the Empire, holding their weapons, stood motionless like dark statues, appearing particularly ominous.
Many Imperial residents on the platform look uneasy, as if they could feel the taut strings in the air.
Passengers cautiously step off the platform, heading toward the waiting hall while trying their best to avoid any direct visual contact with those rigid figures like stones.
Two clearly marked corridors guided each person's journey—one leading to the transfer extension, and the other directly to the exit.
The majority of passengers undeniably chose the latter route, heading for Hezishan Province.
