Noah Building, top floor.
The crystal chandelier in the conference hall had long since gone dark, and the heavy double doors were tightly shut.
Yet the dense gray fog continued to surge in through the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows, swallowing all light.
In the pitch darkness where one couldn't see their fingers, pairs of gleaming eyes quietly appeared, blinking cautiously.
Breathing sounds rose and fell, suppressed and heavy.
It seemed like they were trying to hold their breath, but couldn't help making noises, revealing the fear in their hearts.
They weren't monsters, nor were they playing some game of hide and seek.
Everyone in this dead space was a survivor of the sudden disaster.
There were Noah Organization cadres who came to attend the meeting, heads of peripheral forces affiliated with the organization.
Also stationed here were guards and Hunters with firearms, carrying out orders.
