The long-standing silence of the night was broken.
It was as if an invisible force was stirring roughly beneath the surface, raising undercurrents, making the silent night no longer quiet, and an ordinary evening no longer ordinary.
Here, the world seemed to spin eternally.
The constant rotation between the rings also made the terrain incredibly variable, to the extent that even a simulated map could hardly predict what would emerge in the next change.
The longer one stayed here, the more they would realize the enormity and complexity of this place called Hell.
The Town of Dusk was too vast; this internal area alone was already comparable to the size of Qiong State.
Numerous uncontrollable machines, after such a long time, were still operating on their own. Countless massive modules grew recklessly, causing the entire Town of Dusk to be in a state of perpetual, abnormal growth.
