Somewhere in an underground refugee camp.
A small group of people huddled up together to find comfort and safety in each other's presence.
Although all of them knew that none of them would stand a chance if a demon or monster were to get to this place, and that their sense of safety in being together was fake, none of them wanted to point it out.
Even that fake sense of safety was important in that hopeless situation for them all.
They all sat together in a small hall in the mana-enchanted bunker and stared at the small radio that was placed in the middle of the hall.
The radio was a magical artifact that could convey information even when the space was locked with space anchors and various other sealing artifacts.
It could even bypass the interference of most weaker miasma-inflicted areas, and thus it was a very reliable source of information in areas where it was impossible to get electricity or any stable energy supply.
