After the fluff had dozed off its breakfast and returned to a smaller, calmer state, Ling Yu rose to her feet. She slung her blade across her back, adjusted her pack, and pulled her cloak tighter. The factory's mild peace was a comfort, but it was also a trap.
She could not linger there more than necessary.
Her ink black eyes scanned the survivors gathered under the leader's quiet commands. They were trying, clinging to order in the ruins, but they were not her people. Their paths were not hers to walk.
And she knew very well that every second counted.
The second wave had ended, yes, but the third was not far behind. Before that, the system's task was clear: gather resources, secure survival, or face penalties. Which meant chaos. Scavenging, looting, raiding, and death, for those too weak to fight back.
She had already decided her path. And that was the Gates that had to be closed before the world drowned in monsters.
