"Heh heh heh heh. All you need is to hold a stone before a mirror at midnight and turn around twelve times. Then you can summon my descent and fulfill any wish whose price you can afford..."
"Ah!"
Situ Mo jolted awake from a nightmare, drenched in cold sweat.
Beside the worn-out bedding, his exhausted wife woke and looked at Situ Mo.
"What is it? Did you have that strange dream again?"
His wife asked gently, then looked at their starving, frail daughter beside them. She touched the girl's burning forehead and sighed, pulling more of the ragged cotton quilt over her before gathering her into her arms.
"Fuck, are you going to let people sleep or not? What the hell are you making noise for in the middle of the night?!"
"First the little one cries, then the old one starts making a fuss in the middle of the night. Getting attacked by mutated beasts outside during the day is bad enough, and at night I still have to put up with you people. Fuck his mother, I'm going to ask the military district commander for a room change!"
"Me too!"
The refugees crammed into the same small dormitory roared in dissatisfaction.
Ever since the Chaos Calamity struck, this world had been tainted by the aura of chaos, and every living thing had undergone mutation and evolution. Yet the Spiritfolk, once the rulers of this world, had been affected the least by the chaotic aura and mutated the slowest. They had gradually fallen behind in the tide of biological evolution and could only scrape out an existence in the many military bases left behind from the glory days of their civilization, which had become refugee bases.
The aura of chaos rapidly corroded dead organisms, including grain crops and meat