Gu Jianlin lay sprawled on the soft, cushiony sofa, feeling as though he might sink right into it.
He had just finished showering, dressed in loose pajamas, his damp hair draped with a clean towel.
It was now half past two in the morning. His phone was charging beside him, the screen showing the interface of the Deep Space Network. The forum threads were updating furiously, discussing tonight's battle.
Because of the Nightmare Master's turmoil, the Ether Association's administrative PR department had been called up for overtime, working through the night to clean up after the frontline fighters. The urban infrastructure division was also busy around the clock, restoring damaged buildings in the city, including deploying psychological counseling teams trying their best to erase the memories of all witnesses.
Outside the window, the torrential rain had abated intermittently, but helicopters belonging to the Dawn Combat Sequence could still be seen flying back and forth.
