Fourth floor's Survivors

"Mankind at its best, I guess…" Dilan mumbled as his attention fell on three women.

They were not malnourished, and looked perfectly healthy…if one were to only focus on their outer appearance.

Their eyes seemed soulless, their clothes were torn apart, revealing a lot of their skin.

Dilan knew that his first dreadful thought had been correct.

He looked at Kathrine who swept her eyes through the entire room within a second.

However, her expression didn't change at all. Only when Kathrine didn't find the person she had been looking for, did a deep frown appear on her face.

A trace of desperation filled her eyes before her attention was drawn to one of the hallways. There were more Survivors!

"Do you see this? That is what the Primordial Ascension does with the weak, and those that are unable to fight for themselves…" Dilan outstretched his hand forward while asking Ailee and Oliver.

His voice seemed ice-cold to both of them.