By the time Yuri returned to the Fifth Zone's garrison, he felt that the land beneath his feet, which should have been familiar, had become somewhat unfamiliar.
He couldn't pinpoint the source of this feeling. Although, as the captain of the Devil's Army, he seldom returned to the garrison, spending most of his time commanding operations in the Polluted Land, he did occasionally come back and never felt this way before.
And now, when he could finally take off his mask and breathe fresh air, he discovered that the air was permeated with an unfamiliar, viscous scent, as if it were mixed with blood.
This feeling was not good.
"You've worked hard, Captain Yuri," Hogney said, also removing his mask, standing beside Yuri with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, "You and your men can rest and relax properly now.."
"Can we really rest well?" Yuri turned his head, looking at the large chunks of Pollutant flesh behind him, "With these things here, I find it hard to relax."
