The more he understood the stories of the bygone era, and the clearer he saw the end of the world after the apocalypse arrived, the more the Outlander could not accept the world returning to such a state again.
He waited for the white fog to envelop him, then took a step forward, stepping out of the room and back into the unlit dark hall. Three seconds passed; he had lost his clothes and shoes, with a card in his hand instead, but the good news was Tree Father had repaired all his injuries.
The small ginger cat waiting on Shard's coat widened her amber eyes in the darkness and looked at him. The cat sensed Shard's spiritual fatigue, so she just meowed softly and jumped to a higher step, waiting for Shard to go upstairs with her.
