Just as Silvan claimed, getting out of the Munitions Factory was a breeze.
Both of them soon arrived at the entrance gate. Silvan lifted his finger nonchalantly and touched the reflective light curtain. It shattered into speckles of silver dots and disappeared into the air.
They first went to a checkpoint nearby. After she had checked in, Lin Sanjiu rested her forehead on the ice-cream machine and heaved out a sigh, now feeling the full force of the lassitude that had been building up in her for the last few hours or so.
She was well aware that Reverie Libretto was not a place for her to slack, but right now, all she wanted was to throw herself down on a bed and rest. Perhaps she was spoiled by Exodus.
Even though the pedestrians were goggling at them, Lin Sanjiu was certain that their eyes were all fixed on Silvan. Walking next to him, Lin Sanjiu seemed to suddenly become a shadow under the lampshade—no one could see her.
