Aimou considered for a moment and reminded, "Your twisted humor shouldn't be forced on others, alright? How is it any different from 'I have a friend'?"
Bologue chuckled twice to lighten the mood, then pushed open the heavy door. Just as Bologue imagined, behind the door was the same murky darkness.
"What do you think, how are things on the Gray Stone Rift side?" Bologue murmured, "And whether the Order Bureau managed to stop the invaders."
After speaking, Bologue stepped into the darkness and vanished.
...
In the glow of the fire, everything York once knew was collapsing. Thick smoke filled the air, houses were engulfed by flames, the bricks crumbled, the ashes buried all, trees consumed entirely by the fire, leaving only charred trunks. Broken bricks, tiles, and shards of glass scattered across the ground, the chaotic streets veiled by dust and acrid smoke, destruction lingered everywhere.
