In the distance, beneath the blazing sun, the heavens gradually darkened, shrouded in ominous clouds, a towering giant tree emitted a radiant glow, faintly growing clearer...
In the Forest Country, the Wolf Evil sang joyfully.
Muffled explosions and thunderous roars swayed in the wind, the earth subtly trembled, and around the periphery of the lockdown, layers of barbed wire were just erected, with people constantly attempting to breach the checkpoints.
Not from inside out, but from outside in.
People were trying to rush inside.
The vast majority, inspired by the call of the Blood Thirst syndrome, instinctively sought to return to the Forest Country—the infected...
Although the internal lockdown was as solid as a rock, the external interception could only be described as better than nothing.
