Late at night.1

The West Continent City shrouded in silence was like a dead city. Only the 4th New District, flooded by the lake water, was flickering with sporadic lights.0

In a simple sentry post, Greyhound wrapped in animal skin threw the damp wood into the brazier with a yawn, and then walked slowly to the peephole on the side.0

Although the weather in April had turned warm, the air in West Continent City was still damp and cold, especially the 4th New District.0

The whole city was flooded.0

There were lumps of black stuff floating on top of the water in the street not far away from the sentry post, but the glistening water surface made it difficult to tell whether they were rotten wood covered with algae or the shells of Crackleclaw Crabs.0

Although life here was inconvenient in many ways, it was still the best location for setting up a stronghold.0

The backflow of the lake had paralyzed all the underground facilities in the entire city, so there was no need to worry about the elusive guerrillas.0

Coupled with the fact that the Crackleclaw Crabs...0