The area outside was shrouded in a hazy black fog, and the entire sky was thick with smog.
Through the cold, desolate light, they could see the once-prosperous, bustling city in the distance. It was now utterly unrecognizable; the traffic and towering buildings of the past flickered in and out of view through the haze.
Everything was icy cold, devoid of life or light.
It seemed buried beneath layers of mist, silent in a way that made one's hair stand on end.
Many people were still driving or walking along the roads from the city toward this place.
They had only learned from broadcasts by friends, relatives, or certain group leaders that this was a safe zone.
It was a place evil spirits could not invade.
As for the city homes they had once lived in, the safe residences where they could rest and unwind after work, they had now become an unattainable luxury.
Hard steel and concrete were no better than air before the incorporeal evil spirits.
They offered no protection whatsoever.
Perhaps the only thing capable of resisting an evil spirit for an instant was the fragile human body, as flimsy as papier-mâché and just as easily broken.
Civilization had swiftly crumbled.
The deaths brought by evil spirits had spawned endless terror, and that terror spread madly through the crowds like a virus.
This so-called land that evil spirits could not invade was the sole correct answer these ordinary people had found after exploring every direction around the city at the cost of countless lives.
Click!
A camouflaged door hidden within the mountain cave opened. Everyone took the underground elevator and emerged.
They arrived at the cave entrance.
Marrow Eater guards were stationed there to keep ordinary people from entering.
In truth, under such tight defenses, ordinary people