He exhaled a breath, white mist puffing out, and said:
"It's not your illusion, the weather is changing."
Grimland outskirts, factory district.
Two officers in thick wool coats, iron helmets, and holding cow eye lamps were rushing through the foggy alley.
"Brian, you go patrol the east side, signal if there's any situation."
"Lately these days, the group of foreign Transcendents seems to have gone mad. Don't hold back when you meet them."
"Understood!"
The two officers split up, and the officer named Brian tightened his wool coat, shivering.
He looked up at the sky, the moonlight completely obscured by the fog, standing on the ground, unable to see even the moon's outline.
He hated this kind of weather; without moonlight, his Endurance Attribute would decrease.
In the Steam Phantom Plane, his identity is Brian. Besides, he also has another identity, namely, the foreign Transcendent referred to by his colleague.
