"Thank you," I said to the cart vendor as I took the ice cream, before walking away.
This is the last day on the island, and it is as bustling as it was on the first day I came here.
It seemed even more bustling than the first day. New ships have docked at its port, bringing thousands of more tourists in it.
It was hard to imagine; this was the place of the great battle where Primes fought. Hundreds of Sky Sovereigns and thousands of Earth Sovereigns died along with countless other people.
The island had remained safe thanks to the dome. Its residents, too, had remained relatively unharmed, with them hiding in the bunker.
The Grimm's attacks aren't rare on this island. At least one happens in every century; the one before the last one happened eighty-seven years ago.
