Just as the Armed Train was halted at the Rust Area, the news of the Plant Zone being breached traveled unimpeded, surpassing the northern snow and wind, and passed through the Storm Zone, rushing into the Flood Zone.
At the vast surface of Jingchao Lake, a touch of green marked the presence of Tide Watching Island.
The once holiday hotel had long disappeared, only the ring mountain stood as it used to, with mechanical structures erected on the island, the spires piercing the clouds, somewhat resembling ancient pagoda temples, yet much simpler, more like a modern industrial architectural style.
It carried a sense of solemnity that was both vintage and novel.
In the center stood a tall tower, with a crisscross of steel pipes, and every turn of the sundial at the top would release a blast of high-temperature steam from the metal tower.
