The wind howled, blowing Ados' somewhat withered silver hair into disarray.
This old mage leaned on his magic wand, his gaze fixed on the rolling clouds above the sky, deep and sorrowful, as if trying to pierce through time and space.
At this moment, his already hunched figure appeared even more bent.
"I'm sorry... Mr. Ados, I didn't know..."
Tony opened his mouth, his expression guilty.
However, Ados quickly withdrew his gaze from the sky.
He took a deep breath and forced a somewhat awkward smile:
"It's okay, Lord Tony, it's all in the past."
"The cataclysm brought indelible harm to everyone, and because of it, we have come to appreciate the beauty of peace, the preciousness of blue skies and white clouds..."
"As survivors, we are already far luckier than those who met their end."
"We must live well, strive to live towards a potentially beautiful future, as it is what survivors like us should do."
