"Well, that doesn't look good," Frowned Lexia warily.
"Yeah, that's a whole lot of Miasma...I wonder what it feels like, to have your strength sapped by it and-...?" Began Colt with a look of intrigue, as he peered over the edge, before Lexia grabbed the back of his collar and yanked him back.
"Don't even think about it, dumbass, we're only here to scout out the situation, nothing more. And at first glance...yeah, the nation might be fucked," She responded with a grimace, as she let go of his collar.
"Mm...do that again, it felt really good," He grinned, as he rubbed his neck gingerly.
A week had passed since the Undead King attacked the Capital, it was the 27th of November, 1918, around 11 PM at night.
