Clang!
Clang!
After two deafening crashes, a door toppled, hitting the ground and kicking up dust.
Noise rang out in the Eternal City, which had lain silent for who knew how many years.
Zhao Si waved a hand to fan away the dust in front of him. Wandering through an unfamiliar city was no easy task.
He held the Glintstone Firearm in his left hand, pointing it into the pitch-black room, and found nothing unusual.
It was decorated in the typical Nox style, with white, silver, and stars as ornaments. Three corpses sat around a table. Ignoring the cobwebs, he could tell this household had once lived quite comfortably.
The corpses, some large and some small, sat around the table, which held empty silver plates. They looked like they might have been a family of three eating their last supper.
This place never saw daylight and had no distinction between dawn and dusk, so calling all three daily meals supper probably wasn't going too far.
Or perhaps they had only been pretending to eat supper, when in fact they had already been on the verge of death.
The corpses were an eerie white, dry and shriveled, clearly mummified. Yet even their hair was gone.
Zhao Si stepped a little closer. By the light of the small oil lamp at his waist, he could make out the material of the corpses' clothes-silk.
It seemed that the people of the Eternal City had used silk as their primary clothing material.
He could imagine how abundant their resources had once been. Whether Night Witches, Nox Monks, Nox Swordstresses, or ordinary people, they had all dressed in fine clothes.
Ah, perhaps silk had been quite an ordinary fabric to them. But to people today, silk was a luxury fabric.
"In some ways, perhaps things