Gloomy

"This is indeed a good idea..." Yu Hong nodded his head in agreement.

"By the way, have you received any recent news or intelligence?" he thought of the Language Person who had been quiet for a long time and suddenly asked. Two weeks had passed, and in a few more days, his self-restorative talisman array would be fully enhanced. If the Language Person came back during these days, it would be dangerous.

"Just as we predicted, that thing went elsewhere. A small outpost was affected, and several hundred people died," Li Rushan said helplessly. "Now the higher-ups have started planning merges of the outposts, because they found that as the nights get longer and the days get shorter, the scale and danger of the Black Disaster are also continuously increasing."

"...I noticed that as well. The days are getting shorter; I thought it was just seasonal change," Yu Hong spoke gravely.