In November, Africa was still as hot as a furnace—perhaps because the Soul Experiment Lab was located near the equator. At least, the first impression it gave Fran was heat.
Secondly, the stench...
The high temperatures fermented the corpses lying on this land, with the omnipresent stench of death and rotting demonic qi, painting a picture of the recent massive slaughter that had ended here.
Bacteria proliferated, and the plague spread. However, after enduring the ravages of the Third Generation Seed of Plague, the creatures that remained on the African Continent did not fear these invisible little critters, let alone the puppets of the Elemental Race.
"My lord, the subordinates of Lord Sequence Number 2 below have cleared the landing area for the plane."
The voice of a Praetorian Guard rang in his ears, and Fran nodded slightly to indicate permission to land.
