Chapter 262: Resentful Spirit, Hell, Succubus Transformation

West District, bar.

Deep into the night, fog shrouded the streets of Lundan, with the street lamps on either side of the road and the lights of vehicles blurring into the mist, making everything indistinct and ephemeral.

Walking through it, one could only see what was near at hand, unable to discern distant pedestrians or buildings.

This fog was like a barrier, imparting a sense of isolation and loneliness to the night strollers.

Lundan is a vast concept, and not every corner was shrouded in fog, like in the Central District of Inner Lundan, the center of politics, culture, and economics, the paradise of the elite. There, the fog was relatively thin, and every night was a bustling spectacle of lights and colors, the well-known Sleepless City.

Similar to the affluent West District and North District where the fog was not so thick that you couldn't see your own hand before you, the nightlife was equally vibrant and colorful.