At the end of the pitch-black sky of Night City, within that eternally unchanging dense fog, a thin blood-red fissure silently appeared.
What emanated from the fissure was neither light nor deeper darkness, but an indescribable, heart-palpitating "malice."
It was as if the curtain of the entire world had been sliced open by a sharp blade, with something terrifying lurking behind, peering into this dreamscape.
The fissure appeared only for an instant before quickly closing, fast enough to seem like an illusion.
The surrounding crowd seemed oblivious, continuing to hurry through the bizarre and gaudy street scenes, busy with their own interests.
Fang Cheng slowly withdrew his gaze, not lingering here any longer.
This place was even more eerie than imagined, and unless there was something that needed to be dealt with, it was better to avoid it.
With a thought, his figure slowly faded away, eventually disappearing completely from the bustling street.
.........
Morning.
