At 3 a.m., the pale moonlight spilled over the suburbs, pungent gunsmoke mixed with the thick scent of blood, spread around the fort, frightening even the timid bugs to crawl far away. The chirping of crickets ceased, enveloped by an eerie silence.
After the ninth Teleportation Gate was destroyed and the remaining bugs were killed, the survivors, not minding the filth, sat down on the ground, leaning against the Wall, panting heavily. They were soaked to the bone, water could be wrung from their clothes.
Yu Manli's hair stuck to her forehead, feeling itchy, but she didn't bother to tidy it up. After rubbing her arm across it, she tore open a package and stuffed a piece of Chocolate into her mouth to replenish her energy.
