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.,Or... could it be those pact holders who made pacts with demons, forming symbiotic relationships with them,'It should be a passerby, as long as they don't make a sound, the other party will politely scram.'。