"Incredible."
Giant Stone City.
Standing atop the massive wall, Yibers stared in the direction of the city center, his face filled with unbelievable surprise.
He saw the spore clouds, shaped like a giant tree, restlessly churning as if swaying in a tempest.
Clearly,
someone had angered that thing.
His expression of surprise gradually turned into one of amused interest, and Yibers, standing there enjoying the view, couldn't help but click his tongue.
"It's been so long since that thing threw such a big tantrum... When was the last time?"
Was it twenty years ago, or thirty?
In his memory, a group of not-so-sane residents of the refuge seemed to have gone there, and their minds became even more deranged after coming back.
It was Shelter No. 117, wasn't it?
But it doesn't matter now.
"This is going to be a good show!"
Excitement sparkled in Yibers' eyes, the kind that comes from watching eagerly-anticipated chaos unfold, like awaitng a longed-for movie.
Rivers of blood!
