Late at night.
The lights in the last small section of the Central District in Zone 19 went out, plunging the entire city into complete darkness and silence.
A cold wind howled, whipping up snowflakes. The streets of Zone 19 were practically deserted.
Zone 19 had already entered winter, the season for battling the Mutant Species. The Beastmen living here consciously remained indoors.
Only the four major defense fortification bases were bustling with activity.
Figures moved about in orderly lines, patrolling the construction site or moving in and out of the buildings. Some gathered in small groups, talking in low voices, with arguments occasionally breaking out.
In the darkness, the sounds of orderly yet chaotic footsteps intertwined, creating a strangely lively scene.
"What is the meaning of this?"
In the hallway of one of the buildings, Kloer was at a standoff with two Beastman squads.
"You expect us to live here?"
