As Damien walked through the desolate stretch of land, the backdrop of the blue skies ushered in a picturesque scene. Behind him were Yuki and Nexus, who followed with steady, silent steps.
Observing his status display for a moment, he sighed to himself and glanced at the calmed heavens. It was soothing to his heart, cleansing whatever useless thoughts that pervaded his mind.
"Hmm... I should take a vacation," he muttered and stared at the blurred lines of the horizon. The southern frontier was beyond that line.
He could have teleported there in an instant, but he wanted to take his time and enjoy the changing scenery of the New World's lower half.
The black storm that had shrouded the heavens for a decade had been cleansed. The grayish landscape of the Clan had finally felt the warmth of the golden sun.
Amongst the things he did, such a simple deed might be the greatest.
