One hundred eleven. Ashes

At dawn, the Mist of Strangeness that enveloped Belfast quietly receded, revealing the largely ruined city.

The echoing church bell had stopped ringing at midnight, the all-consuming flames hadn't died down until dawn, and lights could be seen everywhere. Thick smoke hung over the city, impossible to dissipate, and the pungent smell of smoke even drifted to the cliff top of Elm Forest.

"Achoo—"

Outside the cabin, Jimmy himself sneezed forcefully and then leaned back in the lounge chair even weaker than before.

After Lu Li woke up, he no longer needed to guard the door. His sister had sent him out of the cave to watch for any strangeness that might appear atop the cliff.

But perhaps, it was the distant city that attracted them more, maybe because Anna and the siblings hadn't concealed their own presence, or maybe it was the shelter of Elm Forest and the refuge that kept them safe. Throughout the night, nothing happened on the cliff top.