As the night fell, the rain turned heavier.
Perhaps because of the lingering smoke caused by the battle a few days ago, the rainwater was as dark as ink when it fell on the ground, making the place even more fuzzy and chaotic.
The city looked like a rotten corpse, and the unstable skyscrapers everywhere were its bones.
Among the fallen walls, the children rushed under the thunderstorm like hungry hyenas.
Everybody was anxious. They hoped that they would get to capture the two defectors in person.
But they were also slightly panicking, not knowing whether the defection would make them leave a bad impression on the Purgers.
The rain that was as heavy as a waterfall made it impossible to see ten meters away.
The noises of the rain also eclipsed most sounds, including the alarms of their portable crystal processors.
