City of Evil Spirits.
Bazel stood at the topmost room of the high-rise, overlooking the entire city. Everything in the city seemed so harmonious. All the native life living there was blind to the omnipresent abnormalities, conversing with the 'anomalies' around them with enthusiasm or a pursuing nature.
And as for the anomalies of the Evil Spirits, some responded with equal attitudes or cold refusals.
Scenes like these occurred in various places throughout the city; occasionally, disasters struck. The Evil Spirits laughed heartily as they devoured to nothingness all traces of the calamity that were invisible to the naked eye. Yet this city was just an exceedingly normal one—
"The Proxy Agent is coming, time is... running out." Bazel looked at the fragment in his hand, a treasured Great Evil God fragment among the Evil Spirits. Such an item did not exist in reality; all fragments associated with the Great Evil God were in Hell.
