Fortunately, most people were inside the city. No matter how terrible the weather became, it was less than a tenth as dangerous as being out in the wilderness.
The gale could now easily blow tents away, the torrential rain could rapidly drain the warmth from a person's body, and the lightning could take a life at any moment.
Some Beast Hunters who spent the night in the wilderness would be in no less danger than if they were fighting a fierce alien beast head-on if they failed to find a good place sheltered from the wind and rain.
Not long after nightfall, a helicopter from the Ability Management Bureau was patrolling the sky. Its rotors hummed, but the sound seemed faint amid the gale.
As the weather worsened, the gale became like an invisible giant hand, desperately tugging at the helicopter. The torrential rain fell in buckets against its body, rattling loudly.
The helicopter patrolling the edge of the city's safe zone had no choice but to turn back. Continuing along its planned route might well lead to an accident because of the terrible weather, while returning early could effectively prevent one.
Two investigators in raincoats patrolled the flat highway. Their raincoats snapped in the gale, while rain streamed constantly from their hoods, blurring their vision.
They carried flashlights, whose beams seemed faint through the curtain of rain.
Normally, when patrolling here, their flashlights could illuminate the road far ahead. But today's rain was too heavy, and the hazy curtain of rain limited their sight.
The investigators had no choice but to slow down. They had to be more careful with every step.
Suddenly, the taller investigator stopped. His eyes grew wary, and his colleague beside him stopped as well.
The two investigators turned and looked toward the distant wilderness.