The next day, as usual, the sun slowly rose from the horizon; but the ancient city of Capital City, standing steadfast for thousands of years, had undergone earth-shattering changes.
On the streets and roads, warriors dressed in white battle garments stood solemnly, their sharp gazes scanning the crowd one by one. Even under the blazing sun, dripping with sweat, there was no hint of carelessness.
Upon seeing this, the people of Capital City, rather than feeling unsettled, found an unusual sense of security from the presence of this group.
After a whole night of mobilising and deploying troops, White Mitchell, with a heavy heart and exhausted body, slowly returned to the hotel.
As soon as he entered, Sherry Jones warmly greeted him and asked anxiously, "What happened last night? I heard that Capital City was locked down – are you all right?"