Chapter 100: Adalia's Plan

Airborne Blight. 

I barely was even scratching the surface of it all, and yet already I was deep in muck, submerged in the intricacies and complications of things I could barely comprehend.

First, it was just the voices of the dead, then it became a gooey, sticky bloody biohazard with the introduction of rot and decay - now all of a sudden the goddamn thing turned black and its particles are swirling in the air getting all chummy with Nitrogen and Oxygen. 

I'll just save myself the headache and just go along with it. Fine, now the entire city is blighted regardless of whether contact was made or not - whatever….

The question now was - 

"Why did it put them to sleep?"

And also -

"Are they ever going to wake up?"

Adalia, in turn, answered them both, lumbering herself closer towards us. Slow movement. Quiet mutters.

"The Void calls for them… it welcomes them… it welcomes me too… because those like us… we are vulnerable..."