Amidst the dichotomy of perfection and utter depravity, the capital consisted of, Alex found himself crawling away like a dog, making his way toward what he considered to be the exit to this horror house.
Once outside, he was met with the same tapestry that seemed confused about what it wished to be On one side, buildings stood tall with humans going about their business while on the other side were ruined structures covered in dried blood and littered with corpses.
His breathing erratic, Alex struggled to take out a bottle of NiNe before downing its contents, allowing him to regain some energy though compared to the drain he was experiencing, it was almost too little to make a difference.
Regardless, he clenched his teeth and took out even more vials, downing it with renewed vigor.
By the time he was past his ninth bottle, Alex gasped almost like he'd been underwater for too long and so wished to air his lungs.
