A month had passed since that terrifying storm, and after being stalled for several days, the massive machinery of Old Dunling rumbled back to life. The furnaces were rekindled, the factory machines propelled the assembly lines, and the scorching steam and gray smoke rose into the sky once more. Everything was just as usual, nothing had changed.
After a month, people still occasionally mentioned that storm, with the radio broadcasting some bizarre tales spawned from it, like the rainstorm creature and such. However, people would just smile at each other; there were no creatures in this world, it was all just people's imaginations.
In the eyes of the citizens, it was just an unusual storm. They knew nothing of the secret war that happened under the downpour.
The world remained the same, harmonious and beautiful, with everyone playing their fixed roles, doing what belonged to them. Some were eager to live, while others hurried to die.
