It was a fateful day. The freight container was fully secured, thrice locked. It contained The Last Drop of Oceanzong. World’s largest city Oceanzong was named so because it was surrounded by water bodies and it seemed as if the ocean was always singing to the land—a song of life, of existence. A satellite vision of Oceanzong once had resembled an exotic gem, floating on turquoise waters. The rivers and streams of the land appeared like dexterous artworks that let the turquoise gleam through its surface. The lush green forests and grasslands impregnated life, and the coral reefs of the beach added mesmerising shades and ensured a comfortable climate for life. But as years passed, many of the rivers vanished beyond trace and others became stagnant and rotten under the greed of its inhabitants. Greenery and life gave way to fire and strife. The song of the ocean was replaced…