Evander Langdon felt as if he’d been having a very long dream.
In the dream, he was no longer himself, becoming brutal and savage.
He had seen too much bloodshed and death.
But then, he had another dream, one that was wonderfully pleasant.
He was a child again in this dream. His grandfather led him by the hand past a gurgling mountain spring, pure sunlight casting a glow on his grandfather’s back.
He heard him say:
"Evander, my boy, Grandpa hopes you will be like a clear river—to pass through the muck and remain pure, to be unrestrained... to live wildly and freely..."
Live wildly and freely.
Evander Langdon’s eyes snapped open.
The sounds of frantic running and shouting filled his ears.
He was alone in the room. Wanting to know what was happening outside, he struggled to sit up.
He stared blankly for a moment at the hospital gown he was wearing, then shakily got to his feet.
It felt like he had been asleep for a long time, but a flood of memories returned to him.
He opened the door and was met with the long-absent stench of blood.
The smell made him feel agitated and restless, but he quickly forced the feeling down.
"Quick, treat him first! He’s more seriously injured!"
Dean Coleman ran in, carrying a person drenched in blood on his back.
"Put him down, quick! I’ll stop the bleeding first."
Irwing was covered in blood, but none of it was her own.
"What’s going on outside?"
A man in a hospital gown walked over and asked.
"That bastard Anselm Hughes strapped bombs to some people and sent them into the base.
People nearby got caught in the blast... blown to bits!"
Dean Coleman said furiously.
He had recently been responsible for transporting survivors from Lornwood Base to Tomorrow Base with Genevieve.
Lornwood Base was already on lockdown, so they were lucky to get this group out at all. They never expected that a few of them would be suicide bombers sent by Anselm Hughes!
Fortunately, the inspections at the base gate were strict, but some people were still harmed in the attack.
"You should get treated, too. Your injury is pretty serious."
Evander Langdon said, pointing to the wound still bleeding on Dean Coleman’s abdomen.
"Thanks, but it’s not urgent. I..."
Dean Coleman looked up, and his jaw dropped when he saw the man’s face.
It was unmistakably the commander of Lornwood Base, Evander Langdon!
"Y-Y-You... You..."
’He’s back to normal?’
Although Dean Coleman was just an ordinary person with no Superpower, he had learned a few things by following Genevieve and the others to help the base these days.
He had hated Evander Langdon, but when he learned that Evander had also been under someone’s Control, his hatred turned to sympathy.
Compared to the suffering of ordinary people like them, the ones who were truly pitiful were those forced to do things against their will.
"Was it just the bombings?"
Evander Langdon asked, crouching down.
Dean Coleman came to his senses. "For now... yes, it seems so."
"I doubt it...
He wouldn’t stop at just this..."
Evander Langdon swayed as he got to his feet.
His body, sustained only by nutrient solution for so long, felt dizzy, but he still headed outside.
’Human bombs... Knowing Anselm Hughes, he wouldn’t be satisfied with just this.’
He knew this wasn’t Lornwood Base.
This base looked tidier and cleaner. Though the people on the streets were hurrying about, their faces were full of life.
Not the numb, apathetic expressions he was used to seeing at Lornwood Base.
People stood beneath the high city walls, buzzing with discussion.
"I thought they said Lornwood Base was attacking? It doesn’t look like there’s anything out there."
"That’s what Commander Jacobs said. Told everyone in the base to prepare for battle."
"But doesn’t the vice-commander have a Spiritual Element Superpower? He didn’t detect anything, so how can they be so sure?"
"I don’t know. All I know is the City Guard Soldiers are at their posts. I just came to see if there’s anything I can do to help."

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