Chapter 57 Moby Dick

For two consecutive days, the Kongse region had been shrouded in persistent rain.

At 1 p.m., the sky cleared up, the gloomy heavens filled with sunshine, yet without a hint of warmth as if the temperature had been stolen by a thief named early winter.

The civil war in Chicken Snake Country had persisted for a year and eleven months, and the struggle between the two factions continued. However, a rising new power was quietly turning the tide of battle, driving the outcome of the war in an unforeseen direction.

Moby Dick wandered the dirty, crowded streets of the urban district. If it weren't for the fact that too many refugees had flooded into the area, making it impossible for his SUV to pass through, he would not have wanted to get out of the car at all.