The rain in the Lower Sector didn't wash things clean; it just made the grime slicker. Kael pulled his collar up, shielding his neck from the acidic downpour, and checked his wrist-scroll. The notification blinked in urgent red: Drakorkita Twelve: Initiation.
He looked at his wrist-scroll. The notification had changed. drakorkita twelve
Following their victory, the remaining eight angels went into hiding among humans, attempting to live ordinary lives in modern-day Seoul. The rain in the Lower Sector didn't wash
He slotted the chip into the ancient console. The screen didn't light up. Instead, the wall did. the wall did.