The deep crimson moon covered half the night sky, and the flowing scarlet moonlight streamed across the streets of Farol,
The already extinguished neon lights, the messy tube buildings, the web of magic circuits entangled like bee pupae, the rotting chunks of orc flesh in the slaughterhouse, chaotically luring mosquitoes, the bustling city hall plummeting to the ground amidst the flames.
Tens of thousands of glass windows shattered on the dilapidated streets, splashing piece after piece reflecting the crimson moonlight.
At this moment,
All the remaining citizens raised their heads, watching the battle projected by the tower.
Never before had they felt such emotions,
Overwhelmed with excitement.
They were just ordinary citizens, just lower-class dwarves, just nondescript elves, just goblins used as blood bags, they who were tired of the cold stares and discrimination, were feeling such intense emotions for the first time.
Their mayor was so affable.
