The sky suddenly darkened.
Ethan lifted his head and found the sun had already vanished behind the clouds.
This made the city, already cold and desolate, even more bleak and murderous.
Saint Kuanti was already a dead city.
From the moment they stepped onto the streets of the city, everyone felt it.
Everywhere on the ground lay bodies frozen into black ice.
In the shops lining the streets, through glass windows, one could see people who seemed to have been selling items just moments before, now frozen into black ice.
But more prevalent were the traces of twisting and struggling.
The scene was so bizarre and terrifying that it truly chilled the spine.
However, those who came were all true namers, and their mental resilience was strong; they continued to observe and proceed on their path.
Yet, as they walked, the route seemed to go astray.
"Captain, is the route wrong? The King told us to search the West District, why are we heading towards the center?"
