There is no sense of weightlessness, no sense of motion, and the technical level of Grey Fox is vividly reflected in these details, as if the cicada changes its position without any operation at all.
However, when the warehouse door opened, what appeared in front of him was just a strange underground palace. There seems to be a slight musty smell in the humid air. The white flagstone avenue seems to be formed in one piece without any cracks. The golden dome is dazzling but not vulgar.
Trial is still trial, nothing has changed.
But the person who can toast his hometown and past with him is no longer here. From then on, he only has the distance and tomorrow.
Arthur pulled out his