Chapter 442: The start of a legend

Looking inside, the children were all sitting beside the wall with dead eyes. Even though Cain had just lit the place, they never reacted. In the corner was a large rusted tub of dirty water beside it a heap of moldy bread.

A quick appraising scan revealed that most of them were alive. Out of the 53 children there, eleven were dead and the other didn't seem that alive.

Cain approached one of the children and waved his hand in front of his face. He didn't respond, he was dead sitting there.

"We're getting out of here. Who can move?" Cain looked around. They responded to his words, barely managing to stand up.

Seeing them act like newborn calves, made him realize how they must have been treated this whole winter. "Forget that, I will carry you out," Cain said using telekinesis to lift three of them.

"I will help." Gracie walked out of his shadow.

"We have limited space in the elevator, need to carry them in small batches," Cain said looking at her.