Until the blonde girl left, Black Dog and Elis finally breathed a sigh of relief, nearly collapsing to the ground.
"Is that..." Black Dog gasped, "the ’Dark Gold Rose’?"
The term Light Prism Tier overwheld them with such a powerful intimidation. For most ordinary people like them, a Cleaner of the Light Prism Tier only existed in legends, soone who could single-handedly annihilate a Nest City.
Just facing such an existence, the indescribable sense of oppression felt like giant hands clutching their hearts.
If the director were to really face such a person here, regardless of what happens to the director, they would undoubtedly be buried under the ruins like everyone else here.
"Senior Katina..." Seeing the woman’s face was not looking good, Elis stepped forward and whispered.
Katina smiled bitterly and held her forehead: "Forget it, being this old and still getting impulsive over such a trivial matter."
She glanced at the people within the ruins who had died gruesoly: "Even if that Dark Gold Rose hadn’t acted, these people would have had little chance of survival if we hadn’t rushed here."
"If we had arrived just a bit earlier, this wouldn’t have happened," Black Dog grumbled fearfully.
"With the ’Dark Gold Rose’ so powerful, clearly she had the ability to protect these people..." Elis said softly.
"Maybe their cries were too noisy for her," Katina said, her gaze dimming, with a mocking smile.
"Forget it, I have no right to bla others. The number of tis I’ve done nothing and watched others perish is hardly few."
"Clearly, I’m just like most people, watching this city rot, witnessing more people struggle in this decaying mire."
"Reviving four tis in a month, just thinking about the future days is troubling. This ti, if it weren’t for the ’Dark Gold Rose’ taking action, more people would have died in this disaster."
"Leave the dead to the rescue teams. Let’s go, see if there are any survivors buried under the ruins."
Hours after the disaster broke out, the news of what happened in the Piano Key District only reached Life Daylight, where most ordinary people of the Star of Art were even unaware of what had occurred across the river.
Evidently, under the tacit operation of various forces, the news of this disaster was deliberately suppressed, and only by late night did the dical institutions of Life Daylight symbolically dispatch a few rescue teams pressured by the Human Rights Association, heading to the disaster site.
...
In a daze, Tang Xin vaguely felt soone embracing her, a familiar and warm embrace, like the waves lapping at the shore. She glimpsed a few strands of hazy golden hair.
Until the sound of the sea receded, the children’s laughter floated in her ears like a dream. She saw a tidy and bright classroom, heard the children reciting in unison, saw many carefree smiling faces, before the bubbles burst into cold reality, the piercing cries breaking the deep, cold night.
Tang Xin awoke from her coma, clutching the Conductor’s String Sword tightly, surrounded by steel ruins, with rough steel bars piercing through concrete walls, twisted into a sinister shape, toppled fan-shaped stones covering the corridor, at the narrow, dark end was where the cries originated.
Following the sound of the children’s cries, she crawled forward so distance in the rubble-filled passage that could only accommodate one person at a ti. The sporadic stones on the ground cut into her knees, fine wooden splinters pierced into the wound, but Tang Xin rely frowned slightly.
Compared to the brutally deceased people around her, she had not suffered much damage in this disaster. She cared a lot about the dreamlike reality she glimpsed during her unconsciousness.
The children’s cries grew nearer, and Tang Xin pushed aside a large stone in front of her. Behind it was a not-so-spacious dark space, the sound of collapsing slabs echoing clearly in the silence, and the children’s cries ca to a sudden halt.
In the darkness, dozens of dusty faces uniformly looked at Tang Xin, curled up in this small space, confused, helpless, and panicked expressions spreading across their faces.
"Sister Xiaotang?" One of them tentatively asked.
"It’s ," Tang Xin said, "Are you hurt?"
Soon, many children crowded around the blue-haired girl, crying loudly, their long-repressed sadness finding release at this mont.
"Sister Xiaotang, Brother Archer... Sister Julina and the others are all dead, and Little Leo too... What should we do?"
Besides them, most of the other children had perished, those familiar caretakers and orphanage workers had also died in the disaster, along with Dean Elia.
"Stop crying one by one, those who died are already gone, crying, crying, what’s the point in crying? It won’t bring them back," a little girl stood up at this ti, loudly scolding the children to stop crying, then quickly stepped forward to hold Tang Xin’s hand.
"Sister Xiaotang, co with ."
"There’s sothing more important!"
In the darkness, the little girl’s face was covered in thick dirt. Tang Xin didn’t recognize her imdiately but softly spoke the girl’s na upon hearing her voice: "Alice?"
"It’s , Sister Tang."
The little girl led Tang Xin to two people nearby, surrounded by many children now nervously gathering around them, one of whom was mostly buried under the rubble, while the other was in a feverish coma. Compared to their frail bodies, a protruding abdon twitched, silently foreshadowing sothing...
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