Rumble, the thunder exploded.
Dark clouds churned over Dawn City, pouring rain engulfing the entire city in a curtain of rain.
At the southern city gate, the garrison on the high wall looked extremely tense, the fear of the night in the apocalypse made everyone exceptionally sensitive, with no whispers or smiles, faces filled only with fear of the unknown.
The sky was frighteningly dark, and the commander in the B2 defense sector held optical binoculars, looking at the crowded lines in the Outer City District, and then checked the time, his face growing more anxious.
"There are still at least tens of thousands here, speed up the pace!"
"The city is already packed, the convoys must coordinate, or all areas will be blocked!" someone shouted on the communicator.
"The Dawn Watcher Alliance, Windwalker Alliance, and Common Alliance convoys are already helping guide the crowd, but there are just too many people."
