Eighth day.
The break has ended.
I stood at the window of the inn room for the last time, watching the morning sun warmly illuminate the city. This city… it felt too peaceful. Too quiet. Too comfortable for someone like me someone who came from a world on the brink of collapse.
One week. I had been here for a full week. Buying food, trying to cook on my own, fishing at the lake, and finally… making the best bacon I had ever tasted. But all of this was just a pause. A breath of air in the sea of poison that is this world.
And now... I must continue walking.
Even though a part of my heart is reluctant, I can't stay still any longer. The world I come from, no matter how grim and full of screams, is still my home. There are still people waiting for me there. My army, my subordinates… and Sofia. I wonder how they're doing now. The last I heard through telepathy from the Tyrant now going by Zark he was still in a coma, though his condition had stabilized.
