It was almost night when Lucien returned to the shelter.
His shirt was torn beyond use, and he threw it aside. Now that he thought about it, he barely had any clothes left in his wardrobe.
Items like these had become valuable. Most industries that produced them had already been destroyed. Unless humanity reached that stage again, the remaining intact clothes were scarce and precious.
Now, Lucien could control his power more easily and no longer destroyed things unintentionally.
Standing in his room, he looked down at the people working hard to rebuild the shelter.
His eyes stayed fixed…
But his mind drifted.
Scenes from a month ago, when the apocalypse first began overlapped with the present, showing just how far they had come.
Lucien took a deep breath and turned away.
He stepped outside and headed toward the council hall. Even from a distance, he could hear excited voices.
The guards at the entrance greeted him before he walked in.
