After leaving the Black Prison, Bologue wandered aimlessly through the streets, indifferent to the surrounding clamor, as his gaze fell upon nothing but unfamiliar sights.
Sixty years were enough to change so many things, not only Bologue himself but also the land he once fought for.
The scorched earth was gone, replaced by the steel jungle of Oubos, where everything Bologue once knew had disappeared with the city's expansion. He trudged forward in confusion until he reached the edge of the Great Rift, gazing into the deep darkness below.
Bologue had pondered more than once about the true origins of the Great Rift.
Perhaps it was forged by some kind of weapon, but Bologue knew that humanity's current arsenal couldn't possibly create such terrifying changes in terrain. Later, as a Condenser, he learned of the secrets of this Extraordinary World, and a different possibility came to mind.
