The world after the Rabbit Hole was like an otherworldly oasis.
In another dreamlike gap, the endless plains were lush with green grass, a cool breeze blew from afar, and the sea of grass rippled in waves.
The members who escaped disaster sat on the ground, looking around in a daze, crying, laughing, or simply staring blankly. So much impact, so much change in just one short night.
Whether joy or sorrow, it was all too overwhelming, leaving everyone exhausted and numb, unable to laugh or cry.
However, having grown accustomed to wandering and struggling, someone soon began to organize order again, seizing the time to rebuild the camp while tending to the injured.
Yu Shu was busy without a moment to spare, quickly suturing and infusing spiritual essence into the dismembered injured, urging rapid healing. Amid the wails and groans, one complete or incomplete person after another was pieced back together.
