Ian flew west, passing through the lingering smoke that still filled the sky.
Perched on his shoulder, Gaga meticulously preened its feathers with its small beak. "Ian, I reek of smoke."
The little creature complained, flapping its wings to disperse the strange smell from its body.
Ian said nothing, his gaze fixed on the world below.
The land stretched out beneath him, transitioning from ravaged ruins and over continuous mountain ranges to the barren Gobi, and then to scattered oases.
The tragedy in the Capital of India was like a depth charge, its shockwaves spreading across the entire Profound Yellow Star at an astonishing speed.
The rulers of the smaller nations who received the news were trembling with fear, unable to sleep a wink.
A single human had intercepted a nuclear missile with his bare body!
A nuke! The ultimate weapon in this world!
「One day later. The border of the Kabul Kingdom.」
Ian slowly descended onto a flat patch of sand enclosed by a barbed-wire fence.
