章節 47: Eventful Night

Amber's words hung in the air like a melody, a refrain that echoed within Jayce's mind. "When this is all over..." he whispered to himself, his eyes taking on a distant glint. Those words had never truly crossed his mind before, at least not in such a tangible way. The concept of an ending to the Apocalypse felt like a far-off dream, a notion that was not meant to be entertained.

Before he had been sent back to the past, he had lived within this harsh world for a decade, surviving and adapting to its unforgiving landscape. The term "Apocalypse" itself carried a sense of permanence, a state of existence that was meant to be endured rather than overcome. In the early days, it was simply referred to as The New World, a way to normalize the shift in reality, as if to say, "This is how it is now."