It's like staring at the blizzard from the warmth of a house, like watching the raging storm outside from the dryness of a room.
Precisely because of the fear that such destruction could befall oneself, when witnessing such destruction firsthand and not a bit of harm reaches oneself,
A sort of fear and 'sense of security' from the very marrow, starts to madly grow in the hearts of all the residents of Xiahui City when the first fragment is blocked.
"Is this the shield of our city..."
Before entering the underground shelter, a father looked up at the firecloud rising at the entrance, holding his daughter and murmured, "Not a single tremor... only the sound..."
"This is Xiahui City... our city..."
In the most dangerous crisis, when facing the greatest fear of death, no matter who it is, they would be grateful to the hero standing before them.
But now, Xiahui City does not have such a specific hero.
This city is shelter itself.
