In the inner city of New York.
After William and Walker emerged from the Doors of Terror, Amy immediately rushed over.
In recent days, Steven and the others had been continuously expanding from the inner city, establishing fortresses, clearing out monsters, and rescuing refugees.
"Mr. Johnson, are you alright?" Amy ran over to William as soon as she saw him.
Influenced by Zeus and Poseidon, Amy's attire resembled that of ancient Greek mythology.
She wore a white peplos, a laurel wreath on her head, a himation draped over her shoulders, and held a three-foot-long sword with a special crescent shape.
"I'm fine." William smiled. Amy, this foolish child, was only ten years old, yet none of the items she carried were ordinary.
