Chapter 96: Dominic (8)
In the ruined streets of Incheon, the blue-eyed figure scattered into white powder, carried away by the wind.
As if nothing had ever existed there to begin with—not a trace remained.
At that moment, the children who had been hiding in the corners of buildings began to poke their heads out.
At first, they looked around cautiously, but soon realized all threats had vanished. Shouts of joy erupted as they poured into the open.
[Hooray!]
The children’s jubilant cries echoed through the empty streets.
As if releasing all the pent-up energy they had been holding in, the children began running around in excitement.
There were so many of them that some bumped into each other and fell.
But even when they fell, they showed no signs of pain—instead, they rubbed their heads together and laughed, like it was all part of the fun.
I silently watched the children playing, then suddenly tilted my head back and looked up at the sky.
The sky was still filled with that bizarre, multicolored cosmos.
Purple and orange, green and red—all swirled together like a giant painter had flung paint recklessly across a canvas.