Gu Yiming shut his eyes.
RRRWWRRR!
The roar of the Grade-4 beast thundered in his ears, the sound of tearing metal and screaming people blending into one suffocating blur.
The smell of smoke and blood filled his lungs.
He clutched his chest, feeling his heart beat so hard that it hurt.
He couldn't run anymore. Even if he could, there was nowhere to run.
So he simply waited—with his eyes closed.
The ground quaked beneath him. He heard a metallic shriek—the sound of the shelter's gate being ripped apart.
"W-We are dead!"
"God have mercy! Please protect us!
Some screamed while others prayed. But deep down, everyone had accepted their fate.
Then—
Silence!
And in that silence came a strange scent—not smoke, not fire, but fresh, disgusting blood.
He waited for the pain that never came. Seconds passed. Then more.
Gu Yiming's brows knit together. His breathing hitched.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
And froze.
