XXXVI. Just This Time

The sky was dark and brimming with gloomy atmopshere, coupled with the chilly wind that can wake goosebumps upon skins. Even though it doesn't rain, the sun refused to go out, and the temperature dropped ever since yesterday. 

Any time by now, the rain will fall and it will certainly be a heavy downpour. The Governess stared at the sky by the window, and kneaded her forehead.

She's so tired already, so is her men, but even a single sign of the monarch can't be found. If she didn't saw the recording handed by Major General Castro and felt the fluctuation of a sinister and domineering energy from T City, she would say that the monarch didn't really exist.

The only proof that he exist is the peculiar behaviors of the undead hordes that either blocks road, or attacks them directly. It was a great comfort that they weren't blindly chasing. It seems that the monarch's not far away and just hiding tightly that no one can s