The biting cold wind whipped ice and snow shards against the faces of Lu Chen and Huo Yao with ruthless force. The city was dead silent, as if swallowed whole by an invisible giant beast, leaving only an air of suffocating despair lingering about. The houses lining both sides of the street were dilapidated, their windows staring straight at them like hollow eye sockets, silently telling the tale of past prosperity and present desolation.
"Where are the people?" Huo Yao's voice echoed through the empty street, sounding exceptionally jarring.
Lu Chen frowned tightly, his hand gripping the sword hilt turning slightly pale. He scanned his surroundings, acutely sensing a faint scent of decay in the air, along with a heartbeat-accelerating ripple of Dark Power.
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