C182 He Escaped from Death

The city walls, dark as cast iron, loomed while a tempestuous wind roared from the heart of Pheapolis.

The teetering forest, as if anticipating an imminent calamity, emitted a wail akin to that of a starving specter.

Atop the wall stood Lee Cheng, a cigarette dangling from his lips, surveying the tumultuous world below.

Ultimately