In Old City, Aizen strolled through the streets. Unlike the dimness within the tribe, even though the sun in the sky was obscured, the neon lights within the city still shone brightly.
When passing pedestrians looked up at the sky, worry also showed on their faces, though they did not know what the numbers in the sky meant.
When the midnight bell rang, the number in the sky flickered again, changing from 72 to 71. Aizen watched several figures on the street turn into gray dust and drift into the sky with the wind.
In Old City at night, poor humans leaned against dark corners, curled up as though hiding from the neon lights, quietly waiting for their deaths amid the clamor.
Those who still possessed Soul Coins continued their revelry. The loss of souls and the numbers in the sky meant nothing to them, because they knew they would reach the end someday. Before then, they might as well indulge themselves.
The facts proved that the night watchmen knew very little about the situation in the city-states. Aizen did not know what previous eras had been like, but at least in this era, even the humans within the city-states could not escape this reckoning.
The ones who vanished as the number changed were several elderly people rarely seen in the city. They had originally been high-ranking executives of Red Sun Company in Old City and seemed to have come to inspect the district today, only to suddenly disappear.
This meant it was not only the people within the city who would be affected. Even the high-ranking lapdogs directly under this city's rulers could not escape disaster. This was a reckoning aimed at all humanity.
This phenomenon puzzled Aizen somewhat, because according to his previous analysis, the aberrations should not