Surveying the makeshift camp, the young man noticed a dimly lit corridor. As he approached it, he saw a

  cloaked man standing at the end of the corridor in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, his gaze fixated on

  something beyond the window. The young man walked towards the archer and stood next to him, he

  followed the archer's gaze until it landed on a giant red foot with bulging veins.

  A bad premonition quickly flashed in the young man's mind, this was not a supernatural ability but

  common sense almost screaming at him. As he slowly backed away he tried to talk the man next to him

  into doing the same, but the cloaked man didn't respond, an experience that quickly gave the young man

  flashbacks of the earlier incident, only that something was fundamentally different. The archer's gaze

  wasn't distant but frozen with fear, his expression twisted revealing the same emotion, an abnormal

  reaction unexpected of a fierce archer that faced a terrifying monster earlier.

  A large majestic white wall that was kilometers high enveloped a boundless zone.

  The mysterious blonde woman turned her head as she looked at the man with chiseled features. She said

  half-sarcastically "Welcome to one of humanity's only beacons of hope. Mr Survivor"

  As the squad picked up the pace once again, they suddenly veered off course. The young man simply

  followed. The brown-bearded man strode towards a sewer cover, and as he removed it, he flashed a smile

  at the young man and gestured toward a rusty ladder.

  "Time to climb down" he declared.

  The young man was taken aback, but he quickly regained his composure. After all that had transpired up

  until now, exploring the sewers should be no different than a stroll.

  Descending, the young man found himself in a dark tunnel illuminated only by the faint light filtering

  through the open cover. A foul stench assailed his nostrils, and as soon as the last member descended,

  the light vanished, heightening his other senses. Hissing, chirping, squeaking, and chattering sounds

  echoed around him as the young man suddenly felt something brushing against his hand.

  "Put this over your eyes," a deep voice resonated.

  "Don't worry, I almost can't see anything" the young man almost blurted in response.

  As he wrapped the cloth over his eyes, he felt someone guiding his hand with familiarity through the sewer

  system.

  In the grim darkness, amidst the eerie silence filled with unsettling noises, and despite his dire situation,

  the young man finally found himself free from constant stimulation. He seized the opportunity to think

  clearly.

  All that had unfolded in the past two hours seemed like a surreal dream. The skirmishes and strange

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  encounters flashed before him. He then recalled the images of his unfamiliar surroundings and the foreign

  body he was inhabiting, prompting him to question in confusion, "What am I doing here?" This was a

  question he should have posed long ago, yet he didn't, not out of indifference but due to the

  overwhelming nature of his successive encounters and observations. He quickly yearned for his former life

  of luxury and stability, worrying over his loved ones and feeling anxious for their safety. Memories of his

  mundane existence flooded his mind as he lay in bed, fretting over his responsibilities. Suddenly, the

  sound of heavy rumbling and a distant yet familiar scream jolted him from his reverie, reminding him of the

  nature of his situation. He woke up from his stupor and started considering the threats posed by his

  current predicament. Understanding the necessity of gathering more information, he resolved to gain a

  deeper understanding of his circumstances.

  "That wall..." the young man finally spoke.

  "How was such a thing built?" he interrogated.

  "That's one of the walls built by the apostles of the divine," the mysterious blonde woman answered.

  The young man was ready to press further, but as if reading his thoughts, she continued.

  "They are the servants of the protectors of humanity, the divine gods that intervened when the apocalypse

  befell the world. This is common knowledge that has been passed on for a few hundred years within the

  walls," the woman explained.

  The young man understood that his lack of knowledge revealed another abnormality about him. But at this

  point, he was ready to take that risk. He needed to understand the world surrounding him.

  "Divine gods?" the young man pressed.

  "There are four major divine gods worshiped across the four known human settlements: the lord of greed,

  the lord of power, the lord of choice, and the lord of fate," the elder responded.

  Suddenly, everyone stopped moving as the young man heard the sound of an iron gate opening. Once

  they moved again, the sound of an iron gate closing quickly resounded as distant whispers reached the

  young man's ears. As they turned and advanced, the distant sounds grew louder with each step: shouts

  and laughter, arguments and vulgar cursing, and the sound of vendors promoting their merchandise.

  The young man instinctively reached out his hand to remove the blindfold, and as he did, nobody stopped

  him. A hand suddenly reached out to him and gave him another fabric.

  "Wear this," it ordered.

  And the young man obeyed. It was a cloak similar to the ones they wore; it helped cover his features.

  As the group climbed up another rusty ladder, the young man found himself in an alley. Around him, the

  squad members hid their features using the cloak, and as he looked beyond the alley, a heartwarming

  scene revealed itself.