The cleanup crew was rushing, dragging the charred carcasses of the mana beast. A few meters away, over a clean area, the reporters had placed their cameras on tripods, capturing the image of the gate and the destruction around it. Occasionally, they would stand in front of the cameras to speak into them as if someone were living inside.
Oliver sat on the edge of the crater, in a new, clean tracksuit, observing everything that was happening around him.
It was late into the night. The sky was pitch black due to the lack of moonlight. The broken lights on the buildings around were being quickly replaced, once again regaining the glow of the city.
"Humanity can adapt to anything."
He commented in a daze, watching everything.
The world had changed quickly after the emergence of gates. Many died. Many fought to live. Many disappeared. And yet, through all the troubling times, humans persevered with nothing but their grit and wit.
