In the quiet wait, the time quietly approached midnight on November 27th.
Weilu City was still brightly lit, but an indescribable heaviness lingered in the air compared to usual.
Since the collapse of the Undead Plane and the unhidden news of the Dragon God's fall reached every resident's ears, a suffocating sense of impending storm began to fill the air in Weilu City.
Everyone could feel the turmoil about to arrive.
However, they could not affect anything; at the moment, they could only bury themselves in work, working even harder at their respective posts.
Only by producing more materials could they assist their army...
As citizens of the gods, they enjoyed a safe living environment, abundant food, and even the opportunity to learn and appreciate plays not found outside... Now, Weilu City needed them; how could they not be proactive?!
Must they wait until the city falls and wander the Wilderness once again?!
