Chapitre 353: A Brother's Burden

Prometheus had been walking in the dark for days, lost in thought when a distant light finally illuminated the underground tunnel.

His eyes lit up, and he gathered his strength to straighten his hunched back as he approached humanity's last bastion.

However, the closer his feet took him, the clearer he could see the rising smoke and smell the stench of carbonisation.

'No, no, no!'

With each step, his heart grew colder and his breathing more irregular. His fingers trembled around the cold metallic staff he used as a cane while he imagined the worst. Did the others fail to defend the walls? Will he return to a desolate city despite his efforts to complete Luna's task?

Scared, the noise of his staff striking the rocks reverberated in quick succession as he hastened his steps despite his poor physical condition.