At the entrance to Hope Town.
The caravan attendants unloading cargo nervously watched their surroundings, feeling a trace of panic at the thin mist that had suddenly spread through the area.
Whether they were the guards at the gate or the mercenaries standing near the trucks, all of them gripped their rifles tightly and kept watch over their surroundings, especially the small woods to the north.
The townsfolk exchanged glances and whispered among themselves in surprise.
"Fog?"
"How could there be fog in the afternoon?"
"And that color..."
"That color doesn't look like ordinary fog. Could it be some kind of poisonous gas...?"
"Could it be those mutants?"
The speculation was not without reason. The mutants had come here only a few days ago, and they had suffered a setback at the hands of The Alliance.
Fear gradually filled people's eyes. They hurried home, putting on gas masks if they had them, while those without soaked towels in water and covered their mouths and noses.
A green-skinned half-blood stood in a corner of the street. His lowered hood concealed his furrowed brows, and his right hand pressed against his chest.
Half of his blood came from mutants.
And at that moment, that part of his blood was stirring restlessly...
Outside the town hall.
Ma Hechang stared blankly at the changes around him and in the sky. A trace of panic appeared on his uneasy face as he muttered softly.
"What the hell is going on?"
Wei Ming stood beside him without saying a word.
The middle-aged priest, usually so easygoing, seemed like a completely different person at that moment as he gazed expressionlessly at the sky.
He seemed to have anticipated what was happening. He was not surprised in the slightest.
Ma Hechang's Adam's apple bobbed as he looked at