He saw everything around him become blue, chaotic, and eventually turn into a dark patch.

...

It seems like I have spent several days, as if I have spent centuries.

When Wright was shining by the dazzling sunlight, he finally woke up from the soft muddy ground without any traces of plants.

He supported his heavy body and looked around, the hall room, the world under the lake, the huge machinery, the Soukod, and the water on the other side were all lost, as if it had never appeared.

It should be noon now, and he is still in the Dunusk ruins.

Wright looked around curiously with his right hand wearing tactical gloves to block the scorching sunlight.

The steel walls surrounding the lake have disappeared. Although the tall and broken buildings and the "Tower of Volga" in the distance still maintain traces of dilapidated and mottled traces, green vegetation has covered them.

The city's ruins are regaining its natural vitality.

He opened his left hand and looked down at the palm-sized hexagonal steel made of steel. The front was carved with sunflower patterns surrounding the edges. The center was a simple pattern of the sun's "Tomorrow Emblem" that reflected the sun's brilliance.

After putting the heraldry into the inner pocket of the top, Wright unconsciously walked forward a few steps, and suddenly, he was tripped by a hard object.

After getting up and patting off the soil stained on his body, he lowered his head and observed that the things that tripped him were nothing else, the dirt-covered "Mad Bear" pistol he had been carrying with him, and his familiar dusty, yellow military backpack.
Chapter completed!