Five days later.
A team of spiritless male Acraepoids left Fort Santalum and headed towards the outer region of the sulfur quarantine area. They were on a mission to search for food in the abyssalized world.
Not only did they have to feed themselves, but they also had to keep some for their wives and families back at home.
However, they were defenseless against the ferocious abyssal creatures.
Countless Acraepoids had died before they could adapt to the abyssalized life in this world, and no one knew how long more they could take it or how many more would die for the adaptation to happen.
As for the possible abyss cataclysm in the future…
Grimm had become one of the Acraepoid Warriors in Fort Santalum, enjoying the fresh fruits from the city's only uncontaminated land every day.
He wore a stern, cold expression all day long.