A strange, source-less, dim radiance filled the entire space. The air was also tinged with a stale odor that seemed mixed with chemical agents. Zheng Zhi cautiously poked his head out from his hiding place and carefully observed the environment around him.
It was the interior of a large building. Outside was a broad, circular hall. Between the white walls and domed ceiling, traces of its former grandeur still lingered, but that glory had clearly belonged to a distant past. A ring of pillars surrounded the hall, supporting the dome. Two of them had collapsed, breaking into several sections in the center of the hall, while large quantities of debris fallen from the roof lay scattered around them.
High above, on the domed ceiling, he could also see a central structure covered by hemispherical glass. Perhaps because of the distortion caused by the collapsed pillars, a third of the glass shell had shattered. Beyond the gaping hole was only a chaotic darkness, making it impossible to see what the "sky" was like.
Zheng Zhi was currently in a small cubicle in the corner of the hall. The cubicle was piled high with large amounts of rubbery "junk" that looked as though it had been melted and then haphazardly molded. It was impossible to tell what they had once been.
"What kind of place is this...? Is this really something an intern like me is supposed to deal with?"
Zheng Zhi muttered with an indescribably strained expression, then lowered his head to check what he had brought with him—
His phone had no signal, the locator was malfunctioning, and his only weapon was a self-defense pistol. Since he was still an intern, he could not use high-powered disintegration warheads and could only use ordinary rocket-propelled explosive rounds. Apart from that, all