The days waned, and the scars of an enormous battle playing out in the city square remained. It was hard to tell what had happened or who had come out on top, but what was clear was that the number of Turned didn't seem to have changed at all—but the kinds and types of Turned, however...
That was a different matter entirely.
Exactly three days later, calm and rested, Zarek and his small team approached the city square.
Reaching this point hadn't been easy by any means. The concentration of Turned here was simply outrageous. It was precisely reflective of the sort of population density one would expect from one of the—well, most populated cities in the country.
When most of them couldn't hack it, becoming Turned, it was only natural that it became especially difficult to maneuver.
But Zarek was quite used to such things. Ironically enough, he felt that it would be far more annoying if most of them were still F Classes.
