Somewhere in Mid Sector 170—
Leusar, the one-eyed White Plague individual, was staring up at the sky with his single eye stretched wide open, his mouth hanging partially open as drool slowly trickled from it, seemingly having forgotten even the simple act of closing his jaw.
During the broadcast, he had spent most of his time cursing his miserable luck, the Demons, and every calamity that had somehow appeared before him while he was simply trying to enjoy his endless feasts in peace. But near the end of the broadcast, during the terrifying event in which the buffer zones were destroyed... he had fallen completely silent.
Several hours had already passed since the broadcast ended, yet Leusar hadn't changed his posture since that moment, remaining exactly where he was with his eye still fixed upon the sky.
