Beneath the rift in the Sky Dome, one could glimpse the fires of distant stars falling from the heavens.
The earth shook and the heavens trembled.
The darkness behind amassed like an approaching tsunami, forming an iron wall thousands of feet tall that closed in inch by inch, its speed increasing rapidly.
"There are still over four hundred people left."
Great Bone huddled in the shadow of a tall building, his face pale as he watched the rapidly descending numbers on the system panel. In just ten short minutes, the count had plummeted from one thousand two hundred to four hundred.
The tide of darkness drew ever closer. He looked up at his teammate, unable to bear the looming pressure and stirring restlessly. "What do we do?"
"Hold tight. Don't move," Tian Minjing replied, squatting behind a wall with clenched teeth. "Stand firm. Move and you die."
The streets outside had turned into complete chaos.
