Mo Yuankai walked until he was exhausted, and his eyes grew weary from the sights. So, he simply sat down on the street curb. Survivors passed by, paying no attention to this foreigner with strange hair. Mo Yuankai gazed at the withered tree trunk across the street, suddenly hearing a voice that felt somewhat familiar.
"Hey...? Are you... the Superpower hero?"
Mo Yuankai turned his head and saw an orange-haired punk waving at him. Tierlos stuttered as he spoke.
"I think it was you... the giant, shining like gold in the mist, standing tall and firm. That was you, right?"
Mo Yuankai was silent for a few seconds: "Yes, it was me."
"I knew it! Amazing, when I awoke, I saw you all battling the dragon, and my heart was filled with courage."
Tierlos quickly walked over, sat down beside him, and animatedly gestured.
"It was you guys, I know! Just like a month ago! Everybody was dead, and the capital was destroyed, but you brought everyone back from the mist!"
