The electrifying sounds of destruction had disappeared into the air. The atmosphere in the orphanage became calm again.
Building debris dotted the vicinity of where I was. Only Jeanne and I were spared from the debris of the orphanage.
A few centimeters beside me, there was many building debris scattered around.
Roof tiles, logs, building stakes, and the debris from building walls were piled up haphazardly. All the signs of destruction that I mentioned earlier made this place look really depressing.
This place could no longer be called the orphanage, but a historical ruin. Especially historic for Colby, Nina, and the other orphanage children.
I was wondering how the children would feel when they saw the devastation of the orphanage where they grew up together.
Those who previously lived here must have had complex feelings when they saw the place in ruins.
I saw Colby and the other children.
"What are you worried about?"
"Ah- nothing, sir."