"Song Qixing, Song Yao, Song Zhiyi, Song Jiayi, Tang Yuming, Gu Zhou, Gu Zheng...dead, they're all dead, everyone's dead!"
In the crumbling ruins, a faintly lit corner sheltered a narrow space where a group of people hid—it was a hunting team formed by the three great families of the Hunter Association.
However, they were all injured, looking utterly wretched. It was clear that the roles of the hunter and the hunted had swapped.
Weird "whoosh whoosh whoosh" noises echoed all around, like some enormous tentacle was constantly moving around what could hardly be called a safe house.
The Song Family's sole survivor of this expedition—a "Hunter" of the First Rank named Song Ci—was now despondently sitting on the ground.
He held his head in his hands, mumbling to himself something like, "What doesn't kill me is better off doing so."
Seeing the lost look in his eyes, it was apparent that he had lost the will to fight.
