A few weeks passed, the departure was near. Moulin had no memory of when he first entered the walls of Helios. He was unconscious then. Currently, he stood on the ledge of one of the viewing towers of the Veresyah training arena. His feet, an inch away from the edge. There was no fear in his eyes as he stared at the walls enclosing the city from the far-off distance. Like the earth was shielding it and the people within. But the earth was dead. The land rotting will not stop, and soon, with the barrier gone... not even these walls can protect them.
"Moulin!"
Striding towards the young man who stands at the edge of the platform, Ghana flicked the blue scarf around her neck over her shoulder. Her long platinum hair was pulled back and tied in a high ponytail behind her head.
