Relieved

After Whisker's absurd statement, Atticus separated from him and headed back towards the encampment where the survivors were gathered.

He just couldn't deal with the eccentric man right now.

A second later, he appeared above a vast expanse with billions of tents and buildings sprawled downward like an unending sea of makeshift life.

This was the temporary shelter the paragons had helped the people build. While many elites among them had enough supplies stored in their space storage to last a decade, not everyone was that fortunate.

Some didn't even own space storage.

And many… couldn't afford even that day's meal.

They had divided the people based on their races for familiarity and comfort, giving each group portable shelters to live in, for now.

Atticus fixed his gaze on the utter darkness that engulfed the shelter. It wasn't that late at night, but the silence was absolute. After the chaos of the day, most had turned in for the night.