A cloud of smoke flew into the air, its size almost reaching that of a bus, and the people on the street couldn't help but look up. They pointed at the mass of fumes, some of them taking out their phones and recording the phenomenon.
Their direction is outside the city, where people dread to even touch, the Dark Mist Ground.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is still pretty high up. When the cloud of smoke reached the Dark Mist Ground, the whole place dimmed. Something was thrown off from the smoke, and the person flipped in the air before landing squarely.
"I didn't know flying could be so fun!" Eka said. He looked around at his surroundings and the dark mist on the ground.
The cloud of smoke churned before converging together, and a person wearing a black suit with a robust body materialized. There was tobacco in his mouth, and his white hair moved with the wind.
I wrote this chapter while still drunk