The Great Demon Holm

Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,"Good morning!" he greeted the portly man behind the counter.,'It should be a passerby, as long as they don't make a sound, the other party will politely scram.'。