Days passed one after another, placid as water, with nothing particularly noteworthy happening.
Yao Ziyan remained busy every day, making preparations for Shinkai Seiko's film, while Luo Chuan was as idle as ever, passing the time with novels and Hearthstone.
One thing worth mentioning, however, was that as the day of the city celebration drew near, the festive atmosphere in Steel City grew richer by the day.
Simply walking through the streets, one could see visitors from all across Kolo.
They wore clothing entirely unlike that of Steel City, spoke in different tongues, and brought all manner of strange and curious things.
Wang Gulas walked down the street, shifting slightly aside to let a child running through the road pass, then looked ahead.
At the heart of the city lay a spacious plaza, where countless flowers had been arranged into vivid patterns, drawing butterflies and bees to flutter about in the spring air.
Street vendors had gathered around it, and business seemed quite brisk.
Though it was not yet the day the celebration officially began, its atmosphere had already seeped into every street and alley of Steel City.
Wang Gulas smiled, feeling a long-lost sense of ease.
Setting aside matters involving Annihilation Cultists, Chaos Land, and Underground Creatures for the moment, most ordinary people wanted nothing more from life than simple peace and joy. He felt the same way.
Before long, Wang Gulas stopped before a rather distinctive-looking building.
Its exterior resembled a cathedral: pale stone walls, broad sweeping steps, and a pointed gateway more than ten meters high that seemed to pierce the sky. Beside it stood a small ticket window.
This was Steel City's Opera House.
Steel City's customs were simply too plain and honest, however, and no Opera Troupe resided here year-round. Only during the city celebration