West Third Ring's streets, the night turned into day under the fiery glow of incendiary bombs, visible even from kilometers away.
On a dilapidated high-rise, sitting beside a broken floor-to-ceiling window, Tail, Sesame Paste, and Si Si gazed at the soaring flames in the distance.
Due to the spore concentration diminishing with altitude, they had chosen to camp on the 50th floor.
Though Variants roamed this building as well, the lack of a hatching room or a lair meant the creatures were scattered throughout various areas of the structure, neither clustering nor blocking staircases, making it relatively easy to ascend through the emergency routes.
It just took some time.
"Wow! What a big fire!" Tail's eyes sparkled, reflecting the boiling inferno.
This was way more exhilarating than watching fireworks!
Sesame Paste: "Is there a war going on over there?"
