This was destined to be a moonless night, with the pitch-black world remaining only the beam from the airship, like the lone island in a sea of darkness, isolated, with only the battle against madness.
The battle had already begun, countless gunshots mixed with the rising flames in the night.
The arsonists began their work, dozens of flamethrowers gathered into a wall of fire. Essentially, they were spraying not only flames but also ignited fire oil, and the orderly bullets pierced through the fire to penetrate the creatures in the darkness.
Through the thick lenses, only countless shadows struggling in the sea of fire could be seen, flesh burned to charcoal, rushing past the fire line with a bloodthirsty desire, only to fall helpless as they were pierced by bullets.
