Faint footsteps echoed in the dim underground, a line of people walked through the gradually abandoned passage, the ground already accumulated with plenty of dust and debris.
"It's completely different from the last time," the girl thought silently, then she lightly waved her arm, a stream of pale blue Fireballs scattered around, illuminating the entire underground like a cluster of stars.
Shuttered shops could be seen everywhere, once bustling snack stalls, streets filled with throngs of tourists, stages with incessant music—now all eerily empty, as if a hundred years had passed.
"Is there no one here?" Ximu held up his rifle, its flashlight sweeping around.
"There should be people, but their living area is probably not here," Tilan shook her head, moving forward in the direction she remembered.
An hour later, the group finally arrived at the entrance to the underground residential area, where they encountered Gang members standing guard.