Affected by the centrifugal force generated by the fortress's own rotation, the thin upper atmosphere rubbed against the electrically charged particle defense field system "Dome," creating a light purple halo. To the people on the surface of Valenkov, it looked more like the sky had been painted purple.
This was the night in Valenkov, with the purple sky tinged with a hint of crimson. If one looked closely, they could also notice the laser storm bursting forth from the Voloshitov front two light-years away—the light of their defeat from two years ago only now reaching people's eyes.
Li Aozi and Nikita walked shoulder to shoulder, heading straight for the main entrance.
The cold wind whipped up the dust from the ground, and even near the bustling area of the Merlot Building in Valenkov, the scene was nearly desolate. Even the placards from demonstrations had been looted, and abandoned police cars and eastern artillery emplacements had been thoroughly ransacked.
