The early morning air in Noveria was still and heavy, cloaked in the shadows of morning clouds, the sun still hidden behind a thick curtain of mist. The residents have yet to start the day. It was an unusually quiet morning, with the hum of anticipation filling the air.
At Davis's bungalow, all preparations had been made. Luggage neatly packed as they are all ready for departure to country Y .
In the sitting room, Ethan sat alone, the dim light from his laptop casting a soft glow over his face. His fingers flew over the keyboard, eyes narrowing in concentration.
In the sitting room, Ethan sat quietly, typing on his laptop. He looked calm, but the screen in front of him was filled with urgent reports of the situation of things in Country Y.
Each report worse than the last, every message was like a countdown to disaster. It felt like chaos was waiting to explode. If no action was taken soon, everything might fall apart.
