Warlord

It was close to eleven o’clock at night, and they were walking along the streets of the city of Angry Reef.

By this time most of the townspeople had gone to bed, and only the direction of the tavern was still brightly lit.

During the turbulent years, energy was scarce, and although the city had its own wind-power facilities, it was not extravagant enough to waste it on city lighting, even with street lamps on either side.

In the city in the dark, only a few searchlights from the direction of Ron’s office occasionally ripped the night apart.

Most of all, the dark red clouds in the sky were shining down with a dim light.

Zero continued walking in the direction of Dr. Victor’s apartment.

Raging Reef City was a rare surface city, and its residents were affected by the omnipresent radiation. As they walked, their skin felt numb, a reaction to radiation.

For zero, though, the amount of radiation on the surface was within the limits of what his body could bear, something that had been zero since it woke up two years ago.

But for others, long-term exposure to radiation, even if people’s ability to resist it has improved significantly, will inevitably lead to tissue mutation.