In the sky, a fine, drizzling rain fell like silver threads.
Raindrops fell upon the massive bubble.
Yet they passed straight through without any obstruction, not stirring a single ripple.
On the street, the occasional pedestrian hurried past, completely oblivious to the strange bubble.
Two brawny, heavily-built hooligans with their arms slung over each other's shoulders, covered in black tattoos, even swaggered right through the bubble and the seven figures within, yet remained utterly unaware.
It was as if these figures and the passersby existed in completely different dimensions, beings from two separate worlds.
Before long, the seven figures inside the bubble gradually solidified. They were men and women, old and young, and their clothing was vastly different from that of the residents of Iron Rock Star, making them look completely out of place.
Among the seven, only five were conscious.
