Back in the days, I was the brightest kid in the village. Not to mention combating in the bloody skies of Waste City, just ten hours ago, I was still wrestling with Spider Trains. Now, I've become no more than a tea server.
Qinglang and Maya both showed signs of fatigue after taking down a Spider Train, one sitting at the front of the train, lost in thought, and the other leaning against the cannon, daydreaming. Meanwhile, a hint of red appeared in the east; the sun was about to rise and the remaining activity time was running out.
The last two-plus hours were very calm; the three of us watched the activity timer tick down in the train's driver's cabin. As the train broke through a barrier, a large human city appeared before us—this was the Final Shelter.
The train stopped at the station, Sasha got off, mission accomplished.
