Chapitre 159: The Four Horsemen [2]

"What is it about how fragile human life is? So much life within us, yet we're cursed with so much death in return."

Solomon's voice was soft, almost mournful, as he walked down the empty corridors. His footsteps echoed faintly, the sound swallowed by the void-like silence. The entire military base felt abandoned.

No bodies.

No blood.

No life.

"But now, it seems death has finally begun to tip the scales, overtaking the balance it once held with life."

His murmur carried through the still air but reached no ears. After all…

Fortaleza del Sol was empty.

No one knew why.

And those who lived close to the fortress, those who tried to contact it, didn't dare approach. Instinctively, they knew.

Death had passed through here.

Fear, primal and suffocating, gripped them so tightly they begged Solomon himself to investigate. And so, here he was, stepping into the hollow remnants of a place that once thrived.