As they crossed the border into the city, the transformation was immediate and stark.
It felt as if they had stepped into a war zone, where nothing was familiar anymore. The streets, once filled with bustling life, now lay in eerie silence. The lights that remained flickered weakly, casting long, distorted shadows, while distant fires painted the sky with an unsettling red glow. The air was thick, not just with the stench of smoke but with something far worse—the overpowering odor of decay, a reminder of the city's rapid descent into chaos.
Jai's fingers tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. The weight of the city's collapse settled on him like a heavy shroud. Beside him, Yunfeng sat frozen, his gaze locked on the window, his face a mask of disbelief and terror.