The central town of the Grafted Cluster was finally free from the grasp of the tyrannical Flarecorp company. For the first time in days, the people found themselves looking over to the horizon and saw it with crystal clear clarity.
On the outskirts of the town, one could see the scorched ground, evidence of the flaming barrier that had once imprisoned them. People cautiously approached the previous boundary, hesitation filling their hearts as they reached out, expecting to be burned after touching it.
As it turned out, they were worried for nothing.
Now, they could finally leave the town—without the fear of being burned to a crisp!
"Huzzah!"
"We're free, Mom!"
"Freedom, finally!"
Cheers and shouts echoed along the town. The entire town erupted in celebration. And yet, amid the joy, they didn't forget to search for the boy who made it all possible.
Michael—the golden-haired boy.
