The first day of the new year, 304 Levant. The 1,384th year of the Intermission.
While the Elf Kingdom was alive with celebrations throughout the country, the Star Luo Empire, clinging to life on Star Luo Continent, was steeped in the tragedy of losing its homeland on Douluo Continent.
December was summer in the Southern Hemisphere: hot and humid, and the city's lifelessness only made it worse.
Even Thranduil could barely stand it.
In this city, which had stood for nearly a thousand years, she looked through the window of the Soul Guidance Car at the street outside. Most of the Star Luo People passing by were grieving the complete loss of their homeland on Douluo Continent.
Their clothes were tattered, and they reeked as if they hadn't washed in weeks. Without a doubt, they were all refugees from Douluo Continent who had fled to Star Luo Continent—ordinary people who had escaped by force or snuck across the border to evade the Sun Moon Empire's iron heel.
Now they were penniless, and even supporting themselves had become a problem.
Although the Star Luo Empire fleet under General Kallen had carried away as many civilians as it could by ship, free of charge, the good deed of a single fleet couldn't hide the depths of human depravity.
Under the Sun Moon Empire's iron heel, all kinds of wicked schemes had cropped up one after another.
Some shipping companies that had relocated to Star Luo Continent had driven the price of a ticket through the roof.
Thranduil was even certain that if the companies hadn't feared disease breaking out aboard their ships, followed by people eating one another, they wouldn't have provided meals or medical care at all.
Clack—
When Thranduil took the elevator up from the underground parking garage to the