As dusk fell, a light drizzle began to patter down.

Amidst the countless raindrops, it was as if invisible phantoms cloaked the mortal world. Through the fleeting droplets, one could glimpse the shadows of giants.

The giants from the Dragon Kingdom of Hell, wielding their rods, cast their hooks from another depth towards the realm, and thus, fishing hooks the size of crane pulleys traversed the long distance between borders, descending upon the realm and snagging a solitary skyscraper on the outskirts of the city.

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It was like reeling in a massive fish, tugging away.

With silent roars and bellows, the entire building along with the surrounding area was pulled into an independent border by the fishing giants, leaving behind only phantoms in their place.

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