If the journey to the Zeros sucked the first time around, the journey back home was beyond unspeakable. Anyone could have seen how gloomy the atmosphere inside the carriage was, any longer, a thunderstorm might appear soon after.
Even the coachman who was sitting on the outside felt the chills from the carriage stabbing his backside, making him fidget and anxious. He was even sweating cold bullets.
Like the world had been tainted and corrupted by the devil's spawn and its minions, black and dark miasma could be seen seeping out from the carriage from any gap it could find as it had manufactured and the space could no longer keep them contained.
The pedestrians within the radius of 10 feet had become their prey and judging by how many humans were spreaded out here, a feast was what it was going to have.
