North of the Dawn City airport.
A large transport plane, trailing a blue tail of flames, slowly landed on the spacious runway.
A crowd of players stood at the edge of the airport, watching enviously, discussing when the Alliance might also secure one of these contraptions.
Spotting the mole climbing out of the hatch, a mosquito that just happened to be nearby curiously approached and asked,
"Where's Fang Chang, that guy? How come he didn't come back with you?"
The mole shook his head, smiling as he spoke.
"Not yet, that guy has been missing ever since he got to Ideal City. No clue where he's gone off to have a blast."
Hearing this, the mosquito instantly found it amusing and began to smirk maliciously as he made things up.
"Got it! He's bound to have partied so hard at the nightclub that he's gone off the grid!"
Soul Chaser laughed, "That guy, is he really doing justice to his delicate wife at home!"
Kill God exclaimed, "Horrible!!"