Can I Still Be Taken Care of by My Sister in a Wheelchair?

Some houses had whitewashed walls, while others still showed their raw stone.

There were public water stations by the roadside, a small plaza, and even a temporary chapel with an Aquila hanging over it.

Further inside, they could see warehouses, a cafeteria, medical stations...

Lights shone sporadically from the houses, while lampposts stood along both sides of the road, stretching people's shadows long behind them.

Lin En walked a few steps before turning around and waving to the refugees behind him.

The civilians from Cretacia stood at the city gates.

Cretacia was still a primitive society, with none of the buildings found in a civilized society like this. Now, looking at this beautiful urban district, they felt somewhat awkward and didn't dare take a step forward.

Lin En waved at them and shouted with a smile, "Come on in, come on in! We're all family here, so don't be shy!"

He wasn't just being polite.

The Flesh Tearers and the Lamenters were true-blooded kin.

The children who had grown familiar with Lin En aboard the ship were the first to move.

The bolder children followed Lin En and ran in with a clatter, craning their necks curiously toward the city gate's towering dome as they went.

Wow... They had never seen a place like this before. It looked almost like the dwelling of a god.

The women helped the elderly along slowly behind them.

A little girl held her mother's hand and pointed at the roadside lamps. "Mom, it's so bright here at night."

Her mother gave a soft hum.

An old man set down the bundle on his back, squatted by the roadside, and touched the paving stones on the ground, murmuring, "What a good place. What a good place."

The men carried their bundles on their backs, and