"Paradise."
The moon was bright, stars sparse.
Humans had grown accustomed to the reality that "the next morning" would never come again.
This was the "Eternal Night."
Many people no longer hoped to open their eyes and see the "dawn."
Never, dawn.
At the top of the Engineer Tower, within the defense barrier, Li Kai was alone, setting up a tea table. As the fragrance of tea wafted, he silently gazed into the distance.
The outline of the moon was tinged with a hint of crimson, exuding a sense of impending doom out of nowhere.
Cup after cup of scalding hot tea was consumed, and Li Kai had long lost the thought of "tasting" tea; he was simply "drinking."
In the distance, the pitch-black city ruins faintly glowed. Every corner, every moment, was filled with people struggling to survive on the ruins.
