Night had fallen.
Giant Stone City, central Inner City.
In a spacious room on the top floor of a pitch-black building, a man in formal attire stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, expressionlessly staring at the quiet night sky to the north.
Last year, around the same time, in the same direction, those people from the East Coast had detonated a tactical nuclear bomb in the North Suburb of Qingquan City.
And now, those people had visited here once again.
"Time really flies."
Gazing at his reflection on the floor-to-ceiling window, the man pondered thoughtfully in his mind.
Once time becomes insignificant, its passage can be unimaginably fast,
Whether it's because one is so affluent that they can squander it at will, or because yesterday and tomorrow are hardly different.
This is the curse of time on those who live long lives.
However, recently, there had been a slight change; a tender sprout had pushed through the ruins nearby when he least expected it.
