"You're a precious force...that should be kept until the end"

At 8 pm, with 4 hours until the crossing, Zebulon sat on the roof's edge, carefully inspecting his fingers while playing shadow finger games in the lamplight. 

"You've been staring at your hand for a while now..." 

"I finally got my fingers back with difficulty. What's wrong with looking more!" Zebulon blinked. "The bone and flesh growing was agonizing. Gotta see what the new fingers look like."

The new fingers' skin tone differed somewhat from his palm's, visibly paler. 

"Well..." Jonathan said, diverting his gaze to the looming structure of the tobacco factory under the gray sky. "It seems everyone has vacated. No signals detected nearby."

"The evacuation was swift, just half an hour after that player's post. It showcases 'Black Snake's' influence on the forum," Zebulon commented. Zebulon said. "Wasn't this place blockaded? What about the blockade staff? How will they deal?"