Holy Word

(After finishing Chapter 8's story, I realized I'd guessed more than half of it right. The betrayal didn't hit that hard—but the old black snake's true nature genuinely shocked me. The most stunning parts were still the music and animation; the moment the PV theme song started, I completely broke down.)

Chaos.

Fire, shrieks, cries of alarm, wails of grief...

Bai Ye was no stranger to any of it.

Syracuse, Chernobog, Lungmen...

Violence.

Since crossing over, Bai Ye had never been far from such things.

What was happening in Wolumonde was nothing unusual to him.

Catastrophes, the Infected, hatred, conspiracies... nothing more than that.

They wandered this land every moment of every day.

Just as Bai Ye saw before him, hundreds of armed Infected and non-Infected cursed and trampled over one another.

The cause of the chaos had long since ceased to matter, and the Infected had no need to know who had started the fire.

All of that was already utterly insignificant.

In a lonely city on the brink of death, food, supplies, water, and medicine were what truly deserved fighting over.

The Infected wanted to seize control of the city.

To survive.

Anyone with even a little sense could clearly see Wolumonde's current state.

"This is the reality. Doctor Anto's death is far too insignificant to these people. Maybe at first, they'll mention it a few times as an excuse to rally the Infected, but after that? How many people will remember Operator Anto?"

Bai Ye looked at everything unfolding before him and shook his head.

"Bai Ye, what are you going to do? Severin has fallen, and there are only six of us..." Folinic's face was filled with anxiety.

Six people—facing such an enormous crowd before them, Folinic truly had no confidence.

Moreover, Mudrock's squad was advancing