Central Northern Territory.
Tower City.
Because Fishbone Temple, that mysterious place, was only thirty kilometers outside the city, Tower City had remained on high alert for over a year.
Those with connections and influence had already left.
Those without connections or influence but with enough courage had also gradually moved to other cities, no longer daring to stay here.
But in the end, they were only a small minority.
The distance between cities was too great, and the unknown risks along the way were too severe. Most people did not have the guts to take that gamble.
Besides, it was difficult to leave one's homeland. In a world like this, who knew whether things would really be better elsewhere?
So most people clung to a sense of luck.
They kept telling themselves that disaster would not land on their heads so easily. Even if they left the city, wouldn't there be a ninety-nine percent chance they would die on the road?
Why put themselves through that suffering?
Moreover, nothing else had happened for over a year.
This had gradually calmed the Tower City residents who had initially been terrified and uneasy, making them even more convinced that they were safe.
However.
The Patrol Team in Tower City was not nearly so optimistic.
"Captain, Groups Five, Six, and Eight have already departed one after another to carry out their missions." In the camp, a burly-looking man entered the barracks and reported to Wan Ling, captain of the Tower City Patrol Brigade.
It had started yesterday.
A secret message had reached Tower City through a special channel: Fishbone Temple, thirty kilometers away, was very likely about to undergo a major change.
This left Wan Ling deeply uneasy.
So early that morning, he had sent additional personnel to patrol the area around Fishbone