After Daemon left, Lucien slumped on his bed, his mind filled with thoughts. He was curious about who the leader of that shelter was, but even more so, he was excited to be able to gain SP once more. Now was the time for him to do what he had to do.
Just like that, the night passed softly.
Waking up, Lucien felt much better than before. Now he was almost healed. Just one more day.
Yawning, Lucien went to his storage room, took out some fast food, and began eating.
Oh, the irony of someone who once had five-star chefs lined up just to feed him, with maids and servants at his beck and call. But now, all was gone, lost, and all he had was nothing but a shelter he was trying to build.
It would be a long journey for him, but even longer for humanity. At this point, those still alive were scrambling for a foundation to lay out and build upon, slowly bringing humanity back from the edge of extinction.
Eating the last of the food, Lucien stretched as he lay down.
