Smoke filled the air as vehicles began blasting left, right, and center on the streets of Thule. Men dressed in blue suits stood at the edges of the highways, holding cameras and recording gear, while civilians dashed past them with screams.
"Did you get that on camera?!" A lady with short blue hair turned a flustered face to the cameramen of the CNN reporters of Thule.
"WHAT?" the silver-eyed cameraman shifted his gaze from the lens of the ultracapture camera.
Metal shuffling sounds echoed at his front when the angry, stormy wind reached their side. He gestured at the lady then pointed far across the river, where the border separating Dusthollow from Bastion was. "I think that place will give us a clean, nice shot."
"No, that place is a place for the dead." The blue-haired lady shook her head and lowered her microphone. "I can't risk going there."
