Several days had passed since the massive explosion in the mythril mountains.
There was no more news from the remaining group of mutant humans. No counterattacks, no messengers coming to beg for mercy, not even distant whispers of threats. They simply vanished, as if swallowed by the earth or more accurately, swallowed by a fear too immense to bear any longer. The news of the "Gift from the Queen" spread rapidly to every corner of the still-living world, and the name Nocture was no longer just an undead city on the map, but a territory that even the strongest surviving humans on Earth hesitated to mention.
Inside the black castle, the atmosphere had returned to calm but this time it was a comfortable calm, not a boring one.
