Before they knew it, night had already fallen.
The entrance to the cave had been blocked with stones piled up tightly to prevent the smell from spreading out and attracting the monsters.
Although the effect wasn't particularly good, it was better than not doing it at all. At least, it could serve as a cover.
He had no choice but to do this. Although he would feel extremely suffocated, it was much better than losing his life.
Those who had not experienced the wave of monsters here did not know how terrifying the situation was. They were outside the city, so there was no way to avoid it.
The humongous dwarves had no choice but to dig a hole and bury the flesh puppets underground before burrowing into it.
If he had a choice, he wouldn't have done this, but the horned helmet reminded him again and again that the horror of the night was far beyond his imagination.
