Hisoka didn't need to warn him.
Bai Zhu had already looked up.
The sky, which had only just begun to pale with dawn, was visibly being swallowed by darkness again.
It wasn't a bank of storm clouds, much less an eclipse.
It was as though an endless black curtain were sweeping in from the edge of the sky, slowly but inexorably pressing the newborn morning light—and the hope of the entire city—back into the stillness of night.
Then, as if on cue—
"Aah!"
A piercing scream tore through the last quiet moments before dawn.
Then came a second, a third, a fourth...
The screams spread like a contagious plague, erupting across the city until they overlapped into a single wave of terror. The sleeping city woke in an instant. People rushed from their homes in panic, some barely dressed, and flooded the streets, only to find deeper darkness and the same fear on every face.
"Holy shit, why is it Resident Evil again?"
Milluki stared at the upheaval around them, the last trace of color draining from his round face. The line slipped out of him instinctively, a classic he'd heard in countless movies.
Bai Zhu ignored his commentary.
His expression was darker than the night descending upon them.
The monster formed from that couple—whether they had been lovers or spouses—had made one thing clear: the infected could devour one another, merge, and evolve.
Now infected people had appeared all over the city.
If they were left to devour one another, no one could say what kind of monster would emerge. And the black curtain on the horizon was plainly the lid of this breeding jar. Escaping now was probably impossible.
Hisoka licked his lips. "Things are getting interesting..."
There was undisguised delight in his voice. He had shaken off