Inid's refuge camp had no name.
It was located beneath a remote ruin, likely once some sort of air-raid shelter.
To guard against bombardment by Tisago and Romani's airship fleets, Invis had once built many shelters in major cities and suburbs across the country.
This should have been one of them.
Thanks to strict military specifications and its reinforced concrete structure, the shelter appeared extremely solid, with no risk of collapse.
Aaron watched as Inid imitated a cuckoo's call, using it to open the shelter entrance.
Calling it an entrance was a stretch. It was really just a crooked passage amid the ruins, tightly sealed off by two iron doors and heaps of debris.
If outsiders did not know about it, they would not notice the vast underground structure even if they passed right by.
"We don't live in the cities because too many people died there, giving rise to 'aberrations'..."
"Black holes often appear on the wastelands, and the powerful Spirit Realm creatures that emerge from them are invincible. Just seeing them can contaminate you..."
After Aaron questioned her along the way, Inid had more or less realized that he was a complete novice. As she led him into the narrow passage, she explained, "So... shelters in the suburbs are the best places to set up camp!"
To be honest, Inid was rather doubtful that someone like Aaron, utterly ignorant of basic apocalypse knowledge, could even exist.
But Aaron then explained that before the apocalypse, he had been trapped in the Spirit Realm for many years and had only recently escaped by chance.
Inid actually believed him!
After all, for a high-ranking human extraordinary being to behave so strangely, that seemed to be the only explanation.
"Big Sister Inid."
Several children ran out and swiftly grabbed Inid's hand. "Candy,