Dozens of meters high, the city wall towers over the earth, having protected City Number Seven from Desolate Beast attacks for nearly a hundred years. Its pitch-black surface is pitted and scarred by the weathering of time.
Inside the wall, lights blaze as families live in peace and joy, while outside lies a desolate, pitch-black expanse.
Looking into the distance, a dozen kilometers away, thick smoke billows and flames roar from the exit of the Red Mangrove Forest. Enormous figures of various shapes flash within the fire, seemingly reveling in a carnival.
Chapter 47