Chapter 8
The world was falling apart. Before the last sunset sank below the horizon, someone had to step forward—someone had to light the torch and guide the lost through the darkness, waiting for the dawn.
Yes, Amiya would lead the people of this world to build a tower that reached for the heavens.
But.
All things cycle between creation and destruction. Civilizations rise, and inevitably, they fall. An era will always meet its end, and in its destruction, the seeds of rebirth are sown.
Tallulah must have understood this.
It was entirely possible that her goal wasn't so different from Amiya's. The only difference was how she chose to achieve it.
She wanted to be a creator, but to do so, she had to be a destroyer. She wanted to tear down this world where the infected were trampled beneath the boots of the privileged. And when everything was reduced to ash—only then could something new be born.
—
"Yoren. Yoren!"
A sharp pain jolted him back to reality.
Indra had kicked him in the backside, her expression unimpressed.