Chapter 440 Sea Fog and Frost

The night was deep, and the light snow that fluttered about persisted until past midnight, yet showed no signs of stopping. The snowfall was light, yet it still silently covered the entire city—a thin layer of snow, like pale bandages, wrapped around the city's scars inflicted by past disasters, concealing all those things that had yet to heal.

Damaged buildings, bloodstains that hadn't been cleaned up, discarded steam-powered walkers, defensive barriers waiting to be dismantled, and the "mud" that had settled in almost every corner of the city, drying up and not knowing how much time it would take to clean.

The mirror invasion had subsided, but the "by-products" of this extraordinary disaster remained in the city in physical form.

The church had taken over the city's operations after nightfall, as per protocol.