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By the time the sun set, the old model car drove off the highway bridge.
The tiered city already lay within reach on the horizon. It looked distinct from Azura. If Azura resembled a single giant umbrella standing over the land, then this city looked as if it were still under construction. Several smaller "umbrellas" stood scattered across the landscape, giving the entire place a fragmented, pieced-together appearance.
Even more than the tiered structures, something else drew the outlanders' attention. When the car came to a stop at the edge of the city, Ashe could not help but ask, "Is it… really this foggy?"
Even at dusk, the entire city remained shrouded in a thick white mist. The warm yellow lights of the streets turned soft and ambiguous through the haze. The fog did not feel eerie. Instead, it acted like a blurred filter, lending the city a hazy, ethereal beauty.
Harvey sniffed the air and placed a Catnip cigarette between his lips, though he didn't light it.
Annan explained, "The fog is a local specialty of Vanmura. I wasn't used to it at first either. But we're only staying a few days, so just bear with it."
She gestured for everyone to get out of the car, then sent the antique vehicle to its rightful place, a nearby scrap station. There was no way they could continue using an old car inside the city. In a place where floating vehicles dominated the roads...
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