In the central district of Harbortown, thick clouds of deadly scarlet mist had erupted from the hospital and were now spreading in all directions.

Within just an hour, the mist had stretched five miles beyond its starting point. It advanced more rapidly and aggressively than a wildfire.

Wherever the crimson mist swept through, it left nothing but ruin. Anyone who came into contact with it died almost instantly and dissolved into a pool of blood within two minutes.

Even inanimate objects couldn't escape—the red mist corroded them until they were riddled with holes. At this rate, the deadly mist would devour the entire city within a single day and turn it into a death zone.

High up on a rooftop not far from the governor's mansion, Tristan and Milton stood on the building's edge. They watched the distant scarlet mist continue its inexorable spread. Their expressions showed nothing but helplessness.

They had tried everything—deployed manpower, diverted resources, attempted every metho