For Calia, today had undoubtedly been the day of greatest inner growth in her life.
Although Ye Ting had told her so much before, only after truly witnessing reality did she realize what responsibilities she bore and what challenges she faced.
But Calia truly was the child Ye Ting had chosen.
Even though the road ahead seemed utterly bleak, after a brief moment of confusion, she reaffirmed her convictions and would not be easily shaken again.
After resting in Ye Ting's embrace for a while, the princess finally shyly left his arms and began formally inspecting Andorhal.
On the surface, the ruins of the entire city were barren and deserted, but Calia still wanted to try to find some clues within the city—clues about possible survivors in Andorhal.
Though the hope was exceedingly slim.
Yet beneath that slim hope, an unexpected discovery emerged.
While casually clearing out wandering undead, Calia suddenly spotted something unusual among the zombies aimlessly shuffling about in the distance.
From the outside, that middle-aged male zombie looked just like the other undead: his body was covered in tattered rags, dried bloodstains, and rotten flesh. His movements were stiff, like those of a puppet.
But upon closer observation, she found that the "zombie's" facial expressions were far more vivid than those of the other undead. His eyes in particular kept darting around, as if he were observing something.
The discovery made the girl's eyes light up.
Looking more closely, she noticed even more things that were off.
For example, compared to the other zombies, that "zombie" was much more intact. He had none of the major wounds common among zombies, nor was he missing any arms or legs.
For example, most of that "zombie's" grime was on his clothing, while his exposed skin was relatively clean. His