Fawcett had lived in Absanik, grown up in Absanik, and become an Extraordinary in Absanik. Absanik was his hometown.
His friends and family had all perished in that strange flood. As both an Extraordinary and a victim, he knew perfectly well that the flood had not been a natural phenomenon. No flood suddenly appeared in the sky above a town. Someone must have caused it deliberately.
Even though hundreds of years had passed and the killer might already be dead, he still had to uncover the truth, reach a conclusion, and give the dead an answer.
He would spare no effort in investigating it.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly grew heavy. Bruce knew Fawcett had died in the flood, but he did not know exactly what had happened. It clearly involved painful memories, so he said nothing more and lay down on the bed after finishing his water.
He did not fall asleep immediately, instead thinking about the road ahead. Fawcett was clearly going to leave. To be honest, Bruce really was reluctant to part with him. During their month together, Fawcett had helped him a great deal, and Bruce had grown somewhat attached to him.
But Bruce also understood that his friendship with Fawcett was built on a transaction. Their bond was not entirely pure. He was quite willing to work with Fawcett, but he had no way of knowing what Fawcett thought.
If Fawcett left, would they ever have another chance to meet? It would probably be difficult.
Still, he certainly would not be alone on the path of an Extraordinary. Once he reached Metropolis, he would meet fellow students and instructors at the Isco Higher Academy, as well as Nightwalkers from the Nightfall Association, and make new Extraordinary companions.
This journey, destined to be full of