The sky was dyed red by the flames, and darkness gave way to light...
Because they were quite far away.
By the time the soul-shaking blast roared in like an avalanche and tsunami, some time had already passed since the nuclear bomb had detonated.
Of course.
The instant it swept past with a howling gale, the hatchlings, already trembling from all the commotion, swayed madly from side to side like weeds buffeted by the wind. One after another, they squeezed desperately into the corners, trying to find some sense of safety that way.
For a time.
The only sounds within the entire nest were the rustling of the various materials that had been woven into it.
However.
It was also at this moment.
Perhaps because the nuclear explosion had been too tremendous.
Ji Lang, who had been unconscious, slowly opened his eyes.
Yet all he could see was a field of scarlet and firelight.
The scarlet came from the corpses of his teammates beside him.
The firelight came from the mushroom cloud still rising in the distance.
As he looked at those sights.
An instinctive thought immediately surfaced in his mind:
"Looks like... I'm already dead..."
"Is this hell?"
Naturally, none of those thoughts received any response.
"It hurts so much..."
The next moment.
Amid those thoughts.
Overwhelmed by weakness and searing pain, he lost consciousness once more.
Having only briefly awakened from beginning to end, he had not noticed the hatchlings in the corner at all. He had not even realized that he was actually still alive...
Seeing this, Ling Wuyuan merely shook his head speechlessly before turning his gaze toward the distance once again.
Through the fluctuations of causality, he could clearly determine that things were far from over... or rather, that only now had they truly begun.