On this day, a conspicuous red light flickered above the city center of Linhai City, while the piercing sound of alarms echoed incessantly: "High concentration of Dark Matter convergence detected, a life-threatening disaster has formed! Repeat, high concentration of Dark Matter convergence detected, a life-threatening disaster has formed!"
In the mountains in the far west of the city, there was a monastery where the music of the Mass played like ocean tides. A man swung his axe in the yard to chop wood, his motions wide and sweeping; with every strike, it was as if marking a heavy beat, seemingly hiding a rhythm.
The monastery's door was pushed open until the secretary of the City Safety Committee walked in with others.
"Mr. Speaker."
William bowed respectfully, outside the monastery, a series of ceremonial cars screeched to a halt.
