The dazed blind fools wandered outside the power plant. The deep rumble of the port's power facilities came from within the thick fog. The cold steam cores ran hollowly, steam itself had become part of the distorted phenomenon, and the protection of flame had already vanished like smoke.
But "protection" itself had become dispensable in today's world. The boundary between "normal" and "abnormal" had long since blurred. When every mind fell alongside the world, "sanity" instead became madness and contamination in the eyes of the world. Now, the madmen had gathered behind high walls, building the last refuge as they watched uneasily while the world outside gradually sank into darkness.
"We'll prepare ample supplies for the Brilliant Star," Helena said to Vana and Lucretia from a platform high above the power plant. "You can dock at the western pier—that's one of the external routes we can currently control."
"This 'lighthouse' can still provide supplies?" Lucretia looked at the Female Pope in some surprise. "Do you have that many resources?"
"Yes, supplies aren't lacking. That may not fit your first impression of this place," Helena said with a smile. "But in fact, the entire world is still 'operating.' Production and transport of all kinds of major materials, even 'commercial activities' within the city-states... Every half month, a cargo ship loaded with supplies arrives from the border base to replenish this lighthouse with fuel and other things. Those compatriots lost in their daze handle the handover as usual, while we 'awakened ones' take permits dug out of old files and transfer part of the supplies to other warehouses. By the same method, we can also make use of many facilities and pieces of equipment here."
She turned and looked out over the vast platform beyond the power plant.
"Yes, this world is