All his limbs were screaming with a searing pain.
Between the 0 and 1 data streams, the central tower collapsed amidst tremors. The sky cried out, the atmosphere cracked. Bricks and tiles of the building... scattered in the raging wind.
Su Ming'an was falling from a great height, the first streak of dawn spilling through a crevice into the City-State, like a dawn's light rain in the daytime.
Cradling Lin Guang, he fell downwards as sunshine frantically rushed towards them, meticulously carving into their bloodstained clothes. Amidst the intense shaking, only inch by inch of sunlight penetrated his pupils.
He could not see the condition of the City-State, nor the bricks and stones splattering around him; the endless streams of 0 and 1 data around Lin Guang slowed their descent, as if they were floating in a babbling white river.
Lin Guang's white hair floated, like liquid silver pouring down. Even the Hanfu robe he wore lifted upwards.
