It hadn't been more than a week since the dungeon break of Wuhan. Yet after seeing the chaos and destruction, no one would be able to guess that. It looked as if the city had been abandoned for decades. From the buildings to the streets and the dust tinted windows, everything had been shattered into bits by the rampaging minotaurs. Arnold was standing on the top of one of the few buildings that were sturdy enough to withstand the monsters. His eyes running around the destroyed city.
The place that his summons were clearing, was supposed to be one of the major shopping districts of Wuhan. But now there was nothing left to buy in the broken shops nor was there anything else to do. The once noisy streets had now embraced absolute silence. No sound could be heard there apart from a bunch of rampaging Minotaurs roaming on the streets. Apart from them, not a single being could be found on the streets. Or so Arnold wanted the minotaurs to believe.
