The gigantic machinery roared to life.
Encircled by an aura resembling a galaxy, the colossal Xuanye City, akin to towering mountain ranges, was enveloped in a glow of vermilion and purple, mixing with the dark ink-like mist. It was reminiscent of the dawn before the sun's rise, and the dusk's waning light at day's end.
If Xuanye City were a nest, then the large-scale war space shuttles circling it were like schools of sardines, which soared into the sky and dispersed in all directions like a swarm of bees, carrying out the commands of the giant hive known as the group mission.
Even the Fiend Clouds were dispersed by the overly dense winds from the space shuttles' takeoffs and landings, revealing the chaotic, frantically spinning stars behind them.
In such a sky, there hung a crystal-clear full moon, luminous and translucent, seemingly immaterial.
Bathed in the light of the surreally moving stars and the ghostly moonlight, An Jing and Chairman Chen returned to Xuanye City.
