After lunch, Chen Chuan stood by a viewport with a hot drink in hand, looking down. From this altitude, Central City offered a completely different perspective.
Sunlight streamed down from above, creating a gradient of light and shadow. The wide, crisscrossing streets looked like nothing more than a handful of thin threads. Towers that normally scraped the sky, seeming impossibly tall from the ground, were now all far below, inspiring an inevitable sense of detachment.
Pan Xiaode spoke up beside him. "Our airship handles maintenance and serves as an emergency backup, so we fly around inspecting all the districts. Because of that, all sorts of information gets passed on to us. The people from the Administrative Affairs Hall and the Defense Department are handling the situation. Critical intelligence is classified, of course, but there's no harm in us knowing the general stuff.
