A world longing for peace. A fiery legend of seven tribes across seven islands. When disaster descends and justice can no longer coexist with dreams, will one choose to abandon or to persevere? Nangon
Calamity · Chapter
Within the crystalline walls, like a prison, burn hearts yearning toward the sky.
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In the evening, the setting sun’s afterglow bathed the world in a layer of orange-red. Soft rays filtered through stacked crimson clouds—like beams of hope piercing the heavens—spilling down upon the dense throngs of residents below.
Among the crowd, most were women, elders, and children. They lined both sides of the road, craning their necks with anticipation to gaze at the titanic, ten-meter-high iron city gate ahead.
Behind the mass of townsfolk stood dozens of young men and women in matching uniforms. Their expressions were entirely different from those of the residents—faces frozen in awe, murmuring in amazement.
“…Tell me, Teacher Mo Li, is this really the crystalline wall of our Ruxia City? It’s so tall and imposing!”
On both sides and above the great city gate, blue crystalline walls—over twenty meters high and broad—glimmered in the sunlight, reflecting myriad sparkles.
Though several dozen meters still separated them from the crystalline barrier, the immensity of it made them feel utterly insignificant.
“Yes, this is the crystalline wall our city takes such pride in!” At the front of the group stood a one-armed man in his forties. He kept his only hand tucked behind his back and stared at the towering wall, momentarily lost in thought, then continued, “It shields all of Ruxia like a guardian, protecting us always!”
Hearing this, the students, glimpsing the crystalline wall for the first time,