"Hurry up, there are still people here!"
"Bring in more vehicles!"
"Confirmed: no one is injured, but all of them are unconscious," Layla reported, wearing a simple raincoat as she wrote in her log.
A torrential downpour had started right after the dungeon completely closed.
Humanity had all but lost hope when they witnessed everyone inside the dungeon disintegrate along with it. However, those people were transported back outside after the dungeon's closure.
They were alive—completely intact. Even the wounds on their bodies had disappeared. But every single one of them was unconscious, brows tightly furrowed, expressions twisted as if enduring unimaginable mental torment.
Barely five minutes had passed since the dungeon closed, yet the logistics unit had already mobilized and was working at full speed.
"Why hasn't the black cloud dispersed yet? It should've cleared up by now!"
