"Boom!"
There was an explosion.
Kallen did not know how the explosion had happened. Separated from it by several thick barriers, he could not actually see what was happening outside.
But he felt the impact. It was not all that terrifying, though, because the multiple layers of dark barriers before him were dissipating to neutralize the force.
Armor crumbled, walls melted, and feathers fell away.
But after the impact, Kallen felt everything spin. It was as if he had been tossed into the air inside a "tin can," with clanging and banging ringing out continuously.
Finally, everything fell quiet.
"Ah..."
A faint sound escaped Kallen's throat. The blows to the rest of his body did not matter; they were only physical injuries. The main problem was that his head had been knocked twice, leaving him somewhat dizzy;
but thanks to his insistence on practicing the "Spear of Discipline" every day back at Allen Manor, he had grown used to the feeling of his head being "struck," so he recovered quickly.
Opening his eyes, he found that he had been thrown out of the tram and was lying on the road outside.
He lowered his head and saw that the little girl was safe in his arms, though potato chip crumbs were scattered everywhere, and sauce was smeared all over both of them.
Fortunately, the clothes he was wearing today were cheap.
Propping himself up on his arms, he sat up. The little girl stared wide-eyed, seemingly frightened, then began to cry.
Kallen had no time to comfort her. He had to find Alfred.
The derailed tram lay on its side, its front still burning and belching black smoke. When the explosion happened, Alfred had gone to the front.
As he walked, he passed quite a few injured people wailing on