This was not merely a change in weather.
It meant that the immense "etheric barrier" and the complex spatial spell with which Saint Ilarion had isolated Saint Ilarion Hospital from the outside world—and from intelligence sensors—had completely collapsed and been torn apart!
The hospital, once hidden like a cursed secret—a subterranean slaughterhouse unseen and unheard—was slowly being exposed to the city of Elysium.
The old man suddenly stopped walking.
He raised his head toward the falling raindrops, though his eyes remained closed.
His muttering changed—its tone becoming faster, more frantic.
Ilarion, suspended in the air, panting, his face twisted with terror and dripping with sweat and blood, realized what the rain meant as well.
The hospital was on the verge of total collapse.
Millions of tons of debris, blood farms, and laboratories would be revealed to the world above.
And worse…
