"Has the disaster ended?"
"I don't know either."
"Probably... it has ended?"
The next day, the morning sun slowly rose from the east, dispelling the black night that shrouded many territories.
The long night had passed.
The monsters spawned from shadows, the mutated blood and flesh, the creatures born of gestation... and the reddening rivers, the flickering bands of light...
All sorts of ominous and bizarre phenomena gradually weakened in the second half of the night.
"The big shots say these omens are symbols of the source of monsters."
"The weakening and disappearance of the omens mean that the source of the monsters, those filths, have been eliminated. Friends! We have endured the disaster and welcomed the dawn!"
In a certain place, amidst a wrecked district, a man wiped the blood from his face and forced a smile.
There was a wound on his arm, with flesh buds growing at the wound site.
