When Acceber and Drake reached the towering towers of District B, the cityscape became a complex network of massive buildings, each indicating corporate dominance and industrial might. In contrast to the scattered residences of District C, where communities clustered together for safety, District B was an extensive structure of working stations and business headquarters, each competing for control in a world where interests and money were prioritized.
The moon's crimson glare projected an ominous darkening over the surrounding land, painting it in dark shades of red. The air was heavy with the acrid aroma of decay, and the distant rumble of thunder signaled the arrival of yet another storm. Black rain pelted the already shattered structures, leaving them scarred and devoid of life, like the ruins of a long-forgotten battlefield.
"Should we find a place to rest for the night?" Acceber suggested, her voice barely audible over the howling wind.
