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.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!,The overcast sunlight streamed in from the edge of his body, casting an eerie golden hue over the blood-soaked room.。