Along this desolate coastline, the surroundings seemed draped in an invisible layer of deathly silence. The ruined and desolate industrial district stretched out before the eyes like a scene from the apocalypse. Across the barren earth, rusted machinery stood in lonely isolation, as if whispering of former prosperity and present desolation. On the little-traveled beach, only the relentless crashing of waves against the shore produced a dull, monotonous sound, reminding all of the quietness of this world.
"Bring water, bring water."
The moment the incantation left the lips of Zhongsu, the Thunder Demon, it cut through the sky like a mysterious curse. The once azure sky of San Francisco was instantly swallowed by heavy, leaden storm clouds, which rolled and surged across the heavens like an enraged behemoth. The concentration of moisture in the air rose sharply as if by magic, and every breath carried a biting dampness and chill.
Chapter 105