System Panel C97
by MarineTLChapter 97: Bonus The plane pierced through the clouds at a 65-degree angle, its belly skimming the orange light of dawn from the east. Below, the city was being shredded into geometric specimens. Clouds of gray-orange smoke blossomed in the sky... Qin Qing: “The people from the embassy...” Luo Yuan: “Don’t worry, they’ve already set out for Safir Port.” More than ten hours of flight didn’t exhaust anyone—instead, it washed away the fatigue of the long pre-boarding journey. Qin Qing…



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