The next morning, Asad left the open field and blended in slowly within the shelter. He walked among the survivors and started listening to their chatter, watching how they live here so confidently despite the apocalypse.
Indeed, despite the looming threats of zombies, vampires, and dragon armies, this place felt different. There were no patrolling guards every few minutes, there was music, even banners being hung across the streets.
Because of the upcoming Martial Arts Tournament, it was like a festival here…
At first, Asad thought it absurd. A celebration in the middle of a world consumed by death?
But as he observed, he began to understand.
The Celestial Circle Clan had something not many shelters possessed… absolute protection.
As he slowly gathered information, he heard rumors whispered through the tavern that the entire settlement could vanish into a mysterious fog, shielding itself from outside enemies.
