They were busy sweeping up in the virtual stock market in the morning and had gone through a fierce naval battle in the Windward Strait.
The time had quietly reached evening.
The daylong heavy rain not only didn't stop, but it was also getting heavier, and the dark clouds kept piling up thicker and thicker.
Added to that, an eerie mist silently converged from all directions, and even before night fully fell, the International Port was completely shrouded in darkness.
Inside a house in the city's residential area, a family of five, consisting of parents and three children, was getting ready for dinner.
Before starting their meal, they didn't forget to clasp their hands in front of their chests for a pre-dinner prayer.
If zealous Priests could see this scene, they would certainly be very comforted, but if they heard the prayer these people were reciting, they'd probably be fuming with rage.
And then they would probably sentence them all to burn at the stake.
