The figures of Uesugi Etsu and Kazama Ruri inside the ramen stand suddenly froze. The noodle soup, which had been swirling in a vortex, stopped mid-motion into rings of ripples, and the curtains whipped by the fierce wind stiffened into creased folds as if smeared with hard wax.
Lu Mingfei slowly turned his head. The entire city of Tokyo was still pelted by a torrential downpour.
Yet, bizarrely, the fine threads of rain hung suspended in mid-air like frozen needles; the howling wind was silenced; lightning fractured the distant sky in jagged, motionless branches; the swaying shadows of trees cast on the ground looked like paralyzed ghosts... In an instant, the tumultuous world plunged into absolute stillness.
Chapter 552