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Ryu and Min-Jae climbed out of a rusted maintenance hatch into a rain-soaked alley before stepping onto the busy street. Towering skyscrapers covered in glowing advertisements rose above them while cars rushed past in streaks of red and white light. Ryu lifted his gaze to the sky as rain washed the dust from his face, his golden eyes reflecting the massive neon billboard of Olympos Omni-Corp glowing across the skyline. The narrator observes that for the first time in thousands of years, the Immo