The heavy jade door closed silently behind her.
She arrived at the Cloud Sea Corridor.
Jiang Wei placed her hands gently on the edge of the enormous floor-to-ceiling window, standing on tiptoe slightly, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.
Her clear red eyes overlooked the City of Injustice below, like a miniature sand table.
Buildings lined up in rows, streets crisscrossing, cars and people flowing like tiny ants.
They formed this chaotic yet vibrant steel jungle.
In the distance, the massive Central Arena loomed like a hibernating giant beast.
Even further.
The outline of the Gray Rock District hovered indistinctly in the smoke and dust.
The clamor was isolated beyond the altitude.
Only the subtle sound of the wind flowing through the clouds remained.
She looked at this city that had accepted her, and had also accepted Fang Qingyu, watching those living beings bustling for survival, for desire, for Power.
