Despite the defensive network being stretched to its limit and orders being executed meticulously, the results were negligible.
The infiltrators always managed to evade the checkpoints, moving freely right under the noses of the patrol teams. The tight security measures only served to exhaust the soldiers and fray their nerves, without catching any real leads.
For the next two weeks, White Tower Territory was mired in a bitter struggle, a war with no smoke or gunpowder.
The epidemic was like an unquenchable wildfire, ravaging this land that had only just begun to recover. One day they would extinguish the embers in Clover Village, and the next, a great fire would erupt in a fishing village dozens of kilometers away.
These "carriers" were pervasive.
