Inside the yellow mist that filled even the skies thousands of meters above, identical yet slightly different from the city a certain black-haired young man had just escaped from,
Visibility was only about a meter. It was impossible to tell whether what lay ahead was a wall, a road, or a building.
There was no way to determine direction or location. It concealed the road ahead and swallowed the road behind.
Nothing could be seen beyond one's immediate surroundings, and even sound could not travel outward. It felt as though one were trapped inside a cage that moved along with them.
London, an empty city devoid of people, was steeped in a suffocating atmosphere.
It was like sinking to the bottom of a sea called "Yellow Mist."
South London, somewhere.
Dressed in a black T-shirt, denim shorts, and a sporty baseball cap, Qing Ning closed her eyes and carefully sensed the feedback from electromagnetic waves, reconstructing as much as possible in her mind a blurry, fragmented image of the buildings ahead.
Qing Ning flung a bolt of electricity toward higher ground. Like adhesive spider silk, it carried her forward through the air, attached her to a wall perpendicular to the ground, and then sent her leaping onto a rooftop.
From the moment two A-rank Upper Tiers had crashed the A-rank battle, to Colossus suddenly attacking Herschel, then the Observation Room falling from ten thousand meters in the air, and finally Night Crow saving them at the last moment before they were scattered across London,
A week had passed since the Yellow Mist sealed off the Simulation Scenario.
Food and water had not been much of a problem. Since no one knew when they might have to enter a scenario, it was basic common sense for participants to use the storage