The pitch-black curtain outside the limestone cave slowly opened, and at the top, a lighthouse glimmered weakly, standing amidst the swirling dark waters like a crag.
Filthy waves endlessly beat against the lighthouse's foundation, but they were not real waves.
The surging darkness became more violent upon Lu Li's arrival, yet it only left foul marks on the lighthouse's walls to no avail.
It should now be the darkest hour of the day—still an hour or two before dawn.
But daylight does not guarantee safety. The plague and the infected have no reason to fear the light, and the light would, in turn, expose the survivors.
Amidst the howls of the tainted dead, Lu Li returned to the lighthouse, relaxing at the sight of survivors leaning together by the oil lamp.
Jojo, Aunt Mary, Auntie Roxanne, and the survivors were safe and sound.
The plague couldn't reach the high places of the lighthouse.
