Stepping over the caution line, Bologue walked up the gently rising slope of the bridge, stepping on scattered rubble. The sunlight was glaring, and he couldn't help but shield his eyes.
"I never thought that Oath City, Opus, would ever have such a bright day."
As Bologue marveled, he tilted his head back, squinting at the clear blue sky.
After Fuen conjured the storm, sweeping all the decay epidemic into the atmosphere, his power also carried the poisonous fog and emissions accumulated in the Great Rift for years high into the sky.
After the drizzle, the Great Rift, once shrouded in fog, became clear and bright. A massive circular cloud hole, spanning several kilometers, sliced vertically through the sea of clouds. The residual power of the Seekers of Glory lingered in the sky, continually disrupting reality. Even after a month and a half, the enormous cloud hole showed no sign of dissipating.
"Time flies; it's already been a month and a half."
