At 5:00 p.m. on June 16, Year 8 of the doomsday calendar, large, fluffy clouds drifted through the afterglow of the setting sun, glowing as if on fire.
Many migrant workers, having rested the entire day, began to emerge from their homes, ready to forage for food and start their night shifts.
However, following last night's explosion, a palpable undercurrent of panic lingered beneath their strained smiles. After all, this was Heaven's Origin—one of the top-ranked mega-territories in The New World. In the past, no one would have ever dared to attack Heaven's Origin. The Inspectorate would have utterly crushed them before a plan could even be finalized. Yet this time, the Inspectorate issued zero public statements, and the city guards kept their mouths tightly shut. It was as though the explosion had never happened at all.
"Whatever. We're leaving as soon as the summer harvest is done anyway. If anyone wants to mess with Heaven's Origin, it ain't our problem."
