Amid the endless blizzard, a massive island rose into the air. The snowstorm swirling around it was like sprites dancing in celebration at a god's descent, while the howling wind sang a hymn to this tremendous power from the sky.
Beneath that enormous island was a small figure. He held up the entire structure with one hand as he flew through the wind and snow.
His face was deathly pale, yet his expression remained resolute. He did not turn back to look at the enormous extraterrestrial meteorite buried beneath the Mayor's Mansion, one that nearly covered the entire estate.
Just moments ago, when he had lifted the entire island holding the Mayor's Mansion, that immense radiation had severely injured him again. But Clark still gritted his teeth and carried the vast estate forward through the blizzard.
The wind and snow blurred his vision, drowned out his voice, and even began to cloud his thoughts.
As far as the eye could see, heaven and earth were white.
There was no direction, no destination, no hope. Clark only knew that he had to fly farther, farther still, as far away from the deadly radiation as possible. He had to put this estate somewhere safe.
That goal echoed endlessly in Clark's mind. He no longer even knew what was supporting him, what was driving him to do this.
He was not stupid. He knew that everything that had just happened in the estate had revealed the ugliest side of these so-called upper-class people.
They did not care about The Truth or justice. Like ants that could be crushed at any moment, they looked down upon all living things from high above in this prosperous society built by ordinary people, yet in both ability and character, they were far less noble than the countless