Above the Border Plateau, the entire world was dyed in red and black.
As if the curtain had fallen on the stage named world, those colors no longer confined to the volcanic zone but spread across every inch of the Plateau like ink dropped into clear water, invading from the horizon to the sky, even the Border City in the afternoon had been completely swallowed by this darkness.
Those who made a living on the border, even if they hadn't received a higher education, few could not see the life-and-death situation clearly.
In the face of the disaster that engulfed the world, control had long lost its meaning. Residents pushed open the tightly shut doors and windows, stepped out of their homes, and looked up at the increasingly dark sky.
Even the street lamps that lit up couldn't brighten their expressions, no one spoke, only silence and unease spread.
