Near dawn.
In the ancient city, the cold wind howled, and the illuminating gems within the city still radiated dazzling light, ensuring this unimaginably magnificent city never experienced night.
Suddenly, a rumbling sound erupted, as an earthquake struck the ancient city.
Aside from the ice sculpture building at the city's center, violent vibrations appeared in the other high-rises and along the streets.
Immediately, the city's dreaming elite awoke in alarm, their screams of panic incessant.
At the top floor of the ice sculpture building, the Second Generation Nether King, having felt the tremor, also awoke and then walked to the rooftop of the building. By this time, most of the city's administrators had arrived in airships.
"Your Majesty, there has been an earthquake within the city!" an elderly man said to the Second Generation Nether King.