One day left.
Celestine is in mixed emotions. I can't achieve what Eslon is suggesting. Maybe I have to consider plan B. But still, we need to implement it first in the incarnate's camp. If things become really inevitable. And I think the ubralo has prepared for this somehow. She thinks.
A spreading disease. A declining health care system. Cities swallowed by extraordinary ashes. The ubralo laments that it's now the end of the human race, and fear just keeps growing each day. The crime rate is elevated as confusion results in fear and fear of violence. Selfishness arises, and only a few still practice kindness.
This is now the new world. The ubralo's world. The world in which they are in.
While she's in every corner of the streets, around each every town, watching, and observing.
