The vast island was crowded with people along its shores.
Ethan stood on a high ridge overlooking them, with two figures at his side—one a plump young man, the other a petite girl.
"Boss, is all this… actually real?"
Meatball's face had gone pale, his round eyes wide with disbelief.
Ethan gave a short nod.
But Meatball still looked like he couldn't quite accept it. The events of the past few days had completely upended his sense of reality. Even his body showed it—he'd lost weight fast, his cheeks no longer round. He was usually a white, pudgy guy with black-rimmed glasses, but now one of the lenses was cracked and smeared with dust.
The small girl beside them, of course, was Kiara Quinn. Unlike Meatball, she remained remarkably calm. Her brow was slightly furrowed as she watched the crowd below. Some people were crying uncontrollably; others were laughing as if they'd lost their minds.
