"Ah... true peace, it's been a long time."
Bola lay on the hospital bed, wrapped in a big quilt.
Old Dunling had entered winter. Due to the heavy rain combined with the low temperature, the steam pipes continually had issues, and heating everywhere started becoming unstable, even Black Mountain Hospital couldn't maintain warmth.
To avoid freezing to death, he could only curl into a ball, dozing off on the bed.
As a combatant, Bola's every holiday was after a great war. But usually, even during breaks, he had to stay in the Lower City District, mingling with those foreigners.
Now the Lower City District had become a pile of ruins, the brutal floods flattened all the forces and conspiracies, leaving only broken walls and foul-smelling mud.
In front of this grand power, everything human seemed extremely insignificant, wiped out without any resistance.
The Lower City District was destroyed.
