The sky gradually darkened...
However, at that moment, in Little Z City, hundreds of kilometers from N City, things were different from N City, where the streets were empty of people and cars at night but the streetlights and other lights were still kept on as much as possible.
Here, the entire city was silent and pitch-black, without a single light, as if the whole place had died.
And perhaps that was exactly what had happened.
Anyone looking down over the city from a high vantage point would have seen nothing but desolation. The whole place resembled a vast ruin of the dead.
Only it wasn't a ruin scarred by war or fire, nor was it a collection of shattered buildings torn apart by an earthquake. It was something far more complete: a ghost city, or a haunted realm, dead from the inside out.
Yes, a true realm of the dead!
Anyone who entered the city would quickly discover that the streets were filled with a foul, uncanny stench and black mist. They even moved slowly, like living things searching for something, as if they wanted to find and devour the last trace of life left in the city.
Though perhaps there had been no life here for a long time.
A chill wind swept through. The heavy clouds slowly covered the crescent moon, and as the city lost sight of the stars and moon and grew darker still, wisps of eerie green phosphorescence could occasionally be seen between the high-rises. They faintly illuminated a few outlines of this silent city, as still as a realm of ghosts.
And while they shed a little light, they also made this once-human city seem all the more eerie, sinister, and terrifying.
The once-wide asphalt roads had long since been covered in vines,