The survivors' camp built in Saint Petersburg had improved over the last week. The humans had begun to mingle with the other races currently residing in the camp.
Atop the floating Sun Walkers' camp, Dexter sat on a building, looking up at the sky.
'It has been a week. I can't help but feel restless,' Dexter thought, letting out a sigh.
Ever since he spoke to Hannah's mom, and her telling him about Asher's vision, he hadn't heard from her.
He couldn't help but feel a sense of unease.
But now wasn't the time to think about that. He was sure that she was strong, comparable to the Dragon King or Jude. She might be even stronger.
"You've let out deep breaths like five times in a row now." A soft voice came from below him.
Dexter raised his head to see Lily lying on his chest, holding him tightly. She was growing extremely fast—too fast.
She pouted, staring at him.
"Well, I was just thinking about something." He shrugged.
