Just a few moments ago, within New Haven‑45, the atmosphere had become really lively.
Victor was in his simple workshop when it happened. Specifically, he was tinkering with a new trap using his Mechanic Talent when the glowing text appeared before his eyes.
He froze, then laughed.
"Hah! Finally! It's over… and we actually made it. Guess I can finish this trap tomorrow."
Nearby, Ralph and Claire had just finished dismantling a Sentinel Unit…
"Not bad for the last fight."
Ralph holstered his revolvers and nodded. "Not bad at all. I hope I get rewarded with a beer or something."
Claire chuckled. "That's impossible. Where can we even get a beer?"
Meanwhile, on the walls of the shelter, Wallace and Jonas slumped against the battlements, exhausted. For ten days, they had stayed here almost without rest, and now the silence felt relaxing...
Jonas muttered, "I can't believe we can finally breathe."
Wallace nodded as he closed his eyes. "We held… that's all that matters."
