The train was now slowly coming to a stop, and unlike before, this time when it stopped, the train's own power was also rapidly fading away.
This was something Colin and the others had never experienced before.
However, more shocking than this, they all turned their gazes towards the outside.
In the red-tinted world outside the window, the sky was continually showered with blood-colored "rainwater".
Colin's gaze tightened as he saw that this "rainwater" was actually bits of unidentifiable flesh, similar in size to grains of rice or snowflakes...
These bits of flesh themselves seemed to carry a potent vitality.
After falling, they would congregate and merge with all things, causing unknown mutations.
At this moment, the location the train was about to dock at seemed to be a desolate forest, only there was not a hint of green, not even a single withered leaf or weed; instead, there were chunks of fragmented flesh of various sizes.
