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.,"Good morning!" he greeted the portly man behind the counter.,Yet, though those demons were individually very powerful, the gates of hell had been open for two hundred years and were still blocked by humans in Antarctica. They couldn't even cross the Drake Passage.。