Ye Buyu was unfamiliar with the vast scenery before her.
Rather than saying she had taken the lead in rallying people and founding the Salvation Hall of Fame,
it would be more accurate to say she had merely connected these people of conviction.
Many people were disappointed in the world, but someone had to carry hope, and those people had to have something to cling to.
Only then could they keep struggling to live after losing their homes, their loved ones, and everything familiar, carrying the enormous graves within their hearts.
Ye Buyu did not ask what lay hidden in those folded spaces. She turned and walked out.
"Let's go. Our target isn't here."
Sometimes, she was actually frightened and uneasy.
She had given these people an elusive hope, yet she herself could not even glimpse its shadow.
She dared not ask them whether they had thought about what they would do in the future, or what this world would become.
Whether they had ever thought about... bringing their homelands back into existence.
That was the deepest scar hidden beneath the Salvation Hall of Fame members' grins and banter, like a gaping wound over the heart, forever hanging hollow within the chest.
Fallen leaves returned to their roots, but where could those without roots go?
Their homes had been destroyed, their very selves had become Calamities, and they alone remained of their entire worlds. If they died, no one would remember; if they lived, they had to carry that burden forever, not knowing when it would end.
How resilient did someone have to be to shoulder that mind-crushing weight? How much pain lay hidden within those almost empty shells?
Ye Buyu dared not ask. She only knew that if the End of the World vanished completely, leaving her alone, she