As dusk fell, the last ray of sunlight in the sky slowly faded away, and the night came like a tide, shrouding the earth in gloomy silence.
The lights outside the base had not yet been fully lit, and the entire wall was silent like a sleeping beast. After Liora left the management center, the entire base operated as usual. Everything seemed calm and orderly, even with a rare sense of stability and order.
However, far away, deep in the forest, another storm was brewing.
A burst of hurried and heavy footsteps broke the tranquility of the night. Intermittent sounds of branches breaking, gasping, and painful groans could be heard from the dense forest. Those sounds, mixed with mud and blood, carried a strong smell of death.
They were a group of survivors in a very miserable state.
