905 Survive

"Ah… Hell is descending." A young man muttered as he looked at everything that was happening in the city.

The sky had lost its lustre, the ground was breaking apart and monsters were appearing left and right.

There seemed to be no safe place in this world at all. The best thing they could do was keep running.

"How goes the evacuation?" He asked as one of his subordinates kneeled near him.

"We're trying to organise a safe retreat out of the city but the appearance of the monsters are making it hard. They're blocking our way out and fighting them only draws more monsters in."

"I see… I'll escort it personally then. Come with me." He replied as he hopped off the building.

Reinforcing his body with magic, he flickered towards the blockage with a sword in hand.

Weaving through the city that he grew up in with familiarity, he found the monsters eating the citizens that were trying to leave.