The Unending Plague

The group was mostly silent during the eerie howls that stretched through the horizon like an augury of malice spreading thin across the sky like a winter storm.

Eunji joined them, sitting between him and Xiaodan as she kept her staff tucked close to her chest.

"One more day, right?...Just one more, and we're out of this Hell?" Sol asked quietly, speaking to nobody specifically.

"Yeah, I sure hope so," he replied.

It was a melancholic experience, sitting there with a full view beyond the tall, tinted panes of the crimson skies and the fiends that now inhabited the world. In the distance, colossal hellborne entities trampled the streets, with each of their steps echoing far into the city.

After a few hours had passed, most of the group had fallen asleep, save for himself and Ma-Ri. Though Yeong-Un had resolved to "Not wink for a single damn second", he passed out with Sol in slumber as well, leaning against his shoulder.