As Lin Ye's character fully materialized.
He regained all five of his senses.
The acrid smell of rain-eaten rust, the dusty scent of shattered concrete, and...
...the faint, rank stench of various mutated beasts drifting from the city's deepest shadows—a foul mix of musk and rot.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but ruins and rubble.
This was no longer a simple case of déjà vu.
He truly felt like he had come home.
Though a storm was brewing in his heart, Lin Ye's movements retained a caution that was etched into his very bones.
He didn't rush into action. Instead, he crouched low, like a shadow, melting completely into the dead silence of the ruins as he moved quickly and soundlessly along the edge of the rooftop.
Lin Ye's primary objective was to observe.
Observe the terrain of this area, and observe the distribution and types of monsters.
This was a lesson Lin Ye had learned from countless nights in the ruined city.
