The old Obsidian had now become a colony of Cipher.
Lucian dropped a few white tubers into the fish soup pot. Waiting until the tubers were fully cooked, he scooped them out into a wooden bowl and carefully carried it to the bedside.
"Papa, the food is ready, wake up and eat. Papa? Papa? PAPA!!!"
The wooden bowl in the little Sub-Beast's hands fell to the ground after he realized that Papa lying on the sickbed was no longer breathing. The child's wails echoed everywhere, but the group of people lying or sitting sprawled around only glanced over for a moment before turning back, their faces as deadly still as corpses.
