The bright moon hung high in the sky. Midnight in Zul City was quiet. In the east of the city stood Dowen Law Hospital.
Faint lights still shone from some rooms inside the hospital. The Zul Empire had a very humane law: within two kilometers of institutions such as hospitals, schools, and orphanages, heavily polluting factories were forbidden. As a result, the environment around Dowen Law Hospital was quite good.
Near this gray-and-white building, awakened ones emerged from the alleys around it one after another.
"Lord Reinhardt, the civilians in the surrounding area have been evacuated. The patients inside the hospital will need a little more time."
A middle-aged man in a military uniform spoke in a low voice. He had a square, stern face.
"How long exactly?"
Reinhardt remained as taciturn as ever, but his position was now vastly different from before.
"At least half an hour."
"Twenty minutes."
"Yes."
The middle-aged officer waved his hand. Members of the Seventh Division, all dressed in black, entered the hospital and quickly took control of the medical staff at the front entrance.
The patients inside the hospital were evacuated layer by layer, with everyone doing their best not to make a sound.
Boom!
A dull crash came from the hospital's third floor. A twisted corpse flew out and landed near Reinhardt with a thud.
Reinhardt glanced coldly at the corpse and pressed two fingers to his forehead.
"May the Holy Spirit be with you."
Reinhardt murmured. The Zul Empire did not worship gods, but a nonexistent Holy Spirit, giving those with empty hearts something to rely on.
"Attack."
"My lord, only a small portion of the patients have been evacuated."
The middle-aged officer spoke in a deep voice.
"I'll take responsibility."
As soon as Reinhardt finished speaking, the awakened ones charged