The Undead had vanished for more than ten days.
It was now April.
The air gradually warmed, but the surface remained barren, plants attempting to grow but unable to sprout.
Many "services" in Star Dragon City had also ground to a halt due to the disappearance of the Undead.
The back industrial towns that were scheduled to produce various products slowly filled the warehouses.
Products piled up, but they lost their buyers.
The prosperity of the past few months seemed like a busy illusion.
Lind came back to the industrial town after half a month, now certain that the Undead would not return anytime soon, but how long "one day newer" would last was uncertain—maybe a month, maybe a year, possibly decades, or even centuries?
He now had to deal with the problem of survival.
"What do you want to say, Old Cheli?" Lind looked at Old Cheli, who had started to go bald; his age had exceeded the average lifespan, and the old fellow might not live much longer.
