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Mxls: An Aura StoryThe rain thundered down hard that night in Mixopolis. Cars were covered and streets were barren as buckets and buckets of water poured down onto the streets, as the flash of lightning and roar of thunder struck as the storm hit right above the town. The wind blew through the buildings, whistling all the way. An umbrella would not save anyone in this kind of weather!
Thankfully for the Mixels, every single one of them was tucked away safely inside. Be it their homes or their buildings of work, the Mixels were staying warm and safe in a night like this. And this didn’t just apply to the main of Mixopolis, even the outskirts were affected by this…especially in the areas where the easy access to the tech of the city.
Even though the suburbs of Nindjex are a very modern part of Mixopolis, some remnants of the past still remained. Old stands, old shrines, and, in particular, an old temple that had been converted into not just a dojo, but a living space to three Mixels.