Tonight, Dark City was still clouded by a thick overcast that obscured stars, sun, and moonlight. A black vortex formed above the Tower of Darkness, as if the sky itself were twisting, as if the surrounding gravitational forces were being pulled and manipulated.
Gu Fan pushed open the window, looking out at the stormy weather, with thunder rumbling intermittently. He glanced at the Tower of Darkness and felt an uneasy premonition.
Roars—beastly roars. Gu Fan could hear them emanating from the Tower of Darkness; not even the thunderclaps could mask them.
"What on earth are you doing?" Gu Fan grew tense. The roars were so powerful, filled with anger and hate, the mere sound was enough to make Gu Fan's heart leap with alarm.
Just as Gu Fan was about to cover his ears and go to sleep, an explosion suddenly burst from a section of the Tower of Darkness. Debris rained down to the ground, followed by dust billowing in the wind and rain.