"Event Card: Emergency Supplies."
"Event Card: Reconstructing Defense."
"Disaster Card: Brewing Darkness."
"..."
Like an unfeeling broadcast machine, Bai Ou calmly narrated the developments of the story, and, accompanied by his words, as if twisted reality were Word Spirit, the spoken words turned into reality.
Hurried footsteps sounded from the nearby compartment, making Bologue tense up immediately; logically, the nearby compartment's Demons should have been cleared, yet there was still an enemy.
But when the carriage door opened, what appeared was a group of fully armed soldiers. They wore heavy black military uniforms, had gas masks on their faces, and deep breathing sounds emanated from the breathing valves, sounding like specters advancing in a cemetery.
They brought boxes of supplies, stacking them in the carriage, and then left without looking back. When Bologue tried to chase them, he found them already vanished, like phantoms that never existed.
