chapter 21 zero point

At midnight.
The Zero Point Bar.
It was late, and the busiest streets of Ham City had quieted down somewhat, but this bar, nestled by the West Lake, was bustling with activity.
In the dimly lit environment, music thundered, and multicolored spotlights swept back and forth, casting a kaleidoscope of light on the faces of the patrons.
Nagnoloa, however, sat quietly in a corner booth, her face devoid of light.
Beside her were several empty glasses, evidently all drained by her.
After...