North City, a stretch of road.
Ye Chenyang parked his motorcycle at an angle by the roadside, staring at the empty street ahead. A rare trace of confusion showed in his eyes.
After the team wrapped up and reviewed the operation last night, Cheng Qiao had told him to go back and rest.
The other man believed he had only just broken through and needed some time to adjust, so he had proactively approved some leave for him.
Though he did not need it, he accepted it anyway.
Rather than going back during the latter half of the night, he had headed to West City, in the direction where that Aberrant suspected to be [Doom] had last vanished.
But after venturing deep into West City, all Ye Chenyang saw were desolate streets.
It was as though an invisible hand had wiped away those Aberrants, leaving not a single trace behind.
Could it be... they had been "eaten"?
By [Doom]?
The first generation of [Doom] from over a century ago had been a native Calamity. It had possessed an enormous body and looked somewhat like a mythical creature from old-era texts.
But it had been a Calamity—a Calamity that ate people—and its way of devouring was primitive and brutal.
He was somewhat uncertain how this generation's [Doom], being an Aberrant, fed.
Generally speaking, although Aberrants who had not fully undergone Calamity Transformation could digest the flesh and blood of their same kind or Calamity Cores to strengthen themselves, the efficiency was truly limited.
Because of their own physical limits, as well as the lack of the crucial organ that was a core, the slightest carelessness could easily send them berserk, causing them to explode and die.
There should have been quite a few Aberrants who died in West City last night.