"Henry, Abyron's soul is still extremely weak, so he can barely use any of his power. He's in your hands now." Ethan turned to Henry.
"Don't worry. I've got this." Henry nodded, then addressed Abyron. "Come on. I'll take you somewhere we can begin treatment."
"You can heal souls?" Abyron stared at him.
"Easy enough. Let's go." Henry smiled and headed toward the room where he had gone into seclusion.
"You have my thanks." Abyron followed him respectfully.
These humans might not be particularly strong, but their abilities were clearly anything but ordinary.
Perhaps humanity really could survive this disaster and reclaim its former glory.
If only...
If only those beings hadn't noticed this world.
Once Henry and Abyron were gone, Ethan turned to the others.
"It's late. Get some rest. We're heading to the ocean first thing tomorrow morning."
"The beach? What for?" Big Mike scoffed. "No bikinis, no beach parties—what's left?"
