Heavy Dark Clouds shrouded all of Liyue Harbor, plunging it into darkness.
Out at sea, the waves churned restlessly, each rising higher than the last.
An ominous Archon's aura swept into Liyue Harbor amid gusts of flying sand and stones.
A vast waterspout, towering above every mountain and reaching into the sky, flung off countless droplets that poured down over Liyue Harbor as torrential rain.
Unease, terror, screams, and sobs filled the entire harbor.
Men supported the elderly, while women clutched terrified, wailing children as the Millelith led them toward the distant mountains.
Pale-faced refugees kept looking back at Liyue Harbor as they fled.
Compared with the Archon's sky-blotting body, Liyue Harbor was truly insignificant.
Their faces were filled with anguish and despair.
As they looked at the harbor that had taken 3,700 years to achieve its present prosperity, grief and bitterness lodged in their throats.
Every Archon possessed tremendous power, while a single human was nothing more than the tiniest speck of dust before one.
What would become of this flourishing Liyue Harbor in the face of such a sudden disaster?
No one could give a definite answer, but everyone knew that Liyue Harbor would struggle to survive this crisis.
Their home had taken 3,700 years to grow to this scale, and now they could only watch as it stood on the verge of turning to dust. To say it did not hurt would have been a lie.
Bitterness filled the heart of every fleeing citizen of Liyue.
Among the fleeing crowds, one group kept apart from the others-or rather, deliberately maintained its distance.
It was the group from the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor.
As those responsible for funeral rites, the people of the Wangsheng Funeral Parlor knew well that death was hardly an auspicious subject for the people of