The storm and heavy rain gradually dissipated, Old Dunling regained its calm, but beneath this calm lay ruins and corpses, like a post-apocalyptic battlefield.
Some citizens gathered their courage and cautiously stepped out of buildings, gazing at the beauty after the battle, and then more people emerged. But before they could observe much, gray figures surrounded them, the Cleaners shouted, driving them back to the shelters, and with the arrival of the Cleaners, the bluish fog closely followed them.
The fog permeated everything, effortlessly penetrating layer upon layer of protection, deeply infiltrating in an eerie manner, while the Cleaners protected themselves thoroughly, completely isolated from the fog.
Citizens touched by the fog first quieted down, then they felt a wave of fatigue, falling into a long sleep, while simultaneously, the Anti-Meme attacked them, devouring their memories.
