The group advanced quickly along the street, the surroundings swiftly receding around them.
This was midnight in Dolifen City. The daytime scenery had completely transformed—the city, which during the day resembled ruins, had disappeared, replaced by its former shadows amidst the misty trees glowing with fireflies.
It was a scene from thirty years ago—
Neat buildings, each with doors tightly shut, seemingly with pale faces behind the windows, laughter and everyday conversations echoing from within.
In their haste, they passed a deserted workshop where a Magic Guided Reactor still operated, with tall racks and orange flames. Despite being the middle of the night, the empty workshop echoed with the clanging of metal.
The sight was eerily bizarre.
But what was even more chilling were the pursuers behind them, the end of the street aglow with countless ghosts.
They pressed the group to not dare stop moving.
