On a dimly lit street in the west of Newford, Zed walked alone through the darkness.
The streetlights had long been turned off, or they never work, but the distant Academy still shimmered with the glow of civilization and knowledge.
It was a beacon of light in the terrifying darkness, a castle that sparkled every night. Just imagine throughout his two lifetimes, everyone had yearned for the Academy, a place where the light never ceased to shine.
Ever since the big decline in the human population, the supply of electricity had become scarce. It wasn't because of EMP interference or the gradual thickening of energy in the air. No, it was just because people had died, and their institution had been taken over by monsters.
There seemed to be a chance for humanity to reclaim their devices, but in Zed's previous life, the squad sent out before his death hadn't made much difference. The Awakened who fought on the outskirts of the major cities could only barely keep the monsters at bay.
