"It isn't snow."
Xia Lian, sitting in the same row as him, glanced at him, not at all surprised that he could see it:
"This is gray fog given physical form..."
"You could also think of it as... the carapaces of the Angel Sculptures."
The snowflakes drifting through the sky fell through the rain and mist like a sentient cloud of yellow sand, slowly gathering on the field, piling together as though building snowmen.
"The Angel Sculptures are here." Xia Lian narrowed her eyes. "This time, they're targeting everyone here who has 'seen' them."
"'Everyone'?!" Li Huiyuan cried out.
"'Them'?!" Lin Yi focused more on the Angel Sculptures themselves.
Sure enough, he spotted many "piles of snowflakes" on the field, each looking like an Angel Sculpture!
"One, two, three... eight, nine... ten!"
"Ten?!" Lin Yi's eyes widened. "That many? Once they descend, what do we do? Is there any way to stop them?"
"Stop them?" Xia Lian shook her head. "If that stuff gets on you, you'll slowly be contaminated and turn into an Angel Sculpture too."
"We can fight them, but not like that. It'll be fine once Boss and the others get here. Just protect yourself," Xia Lian said calmly, as though she had long since grown used to scenes like this.
Lin Yi paused, then noticed that apart from the pale Experience Students looking around in panic and some nervous Athlete Students, everyone in the stands was perfectly calm. People like Xie Huayang were especially composed.
"Uh... so we're relatively safe?" Lin Yi asked quietly.
Xia Lian glanced at him. "Why would you think that? We're safe because this isn't the battlefield."
"In a one-city war, once enemy troops enter the gates, it means the battle has already been lost."
Lin Yi's heart tightened. Right, the real