It was late in Incheon, one of the most populated cities in South Korea. While Godfrey was starting his day, the moon had gone down in Korea, and the clock slowly ticked towards 8 o'clock.
The dazzling lights from buildings, street lights, and vehicles lit up the city. Suddenly, a massive red gate, several stories tall and wider than the highway road, appeared.
Dark crimson light painted the faces of drivers, passengers, pedestrians, and those inside the buildings. In an instant, their expressions changed.
Pedestrians fled, car owners tried to reverse. Few succeeded; others who got stuck left their cars and fled.
The gate loomed, its terrifying glow stretching to distant places. The military was swiftly dispatched to make sure civilians were moved away. The authorities had been expecting this gate and had even formed the Association of Origins to counter threats like this.
