Fiona sat in her chamber at Blue Haven Shelter, her face pale as she tried to re‑establish her connection. The last thing she had seen through her rat's eyes was the black hole tearing open above Turtle Shelter, the winged demon descending, and then… nothing.
She immediately dispatched more rats.
The first wave scurried across the ruins, digging into the scorched earth, clawing through collapsed stone and twisted metal.
"Find them! They must be hiding somewhere…"
They searched for tunnels, hidden chambers, or any trace of survivors who might have fled underground. But the soil was unnaturally hardened, as if compressed by some otherworldly force.
It was too difficult!
Thankfully, her rats weren't simple either. She could use buff skills to reinforce their strength and have the power to pierce through even diamonds!
Still, even the deepest burrows revealed nothing but silence and ash.
"What in the world? No survivors? Not even corpses? What happened here?"
