Chapter 1847 — The Last Thread of Survival
The Herdsman of the Wasteland · Page 5 of 5
After an unknown number of years, on a certain day the sky suddenly rang with unceasing thunder. Lightning struck like rain, falling again and again in the same direction, and where the lightning struck, a tender green sprout pushed up from the ground.
Elsewhere, a baby girl was born. One of her eyes was a field of darkness, while the other shone with brilliant light, as though it held the starry reaches of the universe.