Northern Federation, Norton City.
One in the morning, the city near the Arctic Circle remains awake.
Neon lights stubbornly flicker in the cold night, traffic streams like a tapestry, the low engine growl intermingles with faint music.
Inside a taxi, the heater is turned up high.
Driver Old Zhang tilts his head, using his shoulder to hold the phone, his voice hushed low.
With a touch of tired flattery: "Almost done, wifey, truly almost done! After this job, I'll head back, don't wait up... huh?"
His voice cuts off abruptly.
Outside the car window, the night sky originally tinted dark orange by the city lights.
Without warning, it's bathed in an intensely pure ice-blue!
That wasn't light.
More like the sky itself has instantly been replaced by a massive burning ice-blue crystal.
Buzz——
In an instant, Heaven and earth lose color.
The glass walls of skyscrapers, the speeding car rooftops, snow piled by the roadside, the faces of pedestrians...
