Looking at the empty streets, Michael sighed.
With his senses, he could still detect some life signatures scattered around, but even compared to the days immediately following the chaos, their number had dwindled drastically.
Michael figured that, like him and his family, other capable families had also chosen to relocate.
"According to Teacher Brian, Woodstone City and the other cities affected by the recent chaos have seen more than half their population relocate."
He paused, eyes lifting to the empty night sky.
"But he said the other futures are trying harder to retain their people compared to Woodstone… because…"
Michael trailed off, gaze fixed on the sky.
If he hadn't been told, he wouldn't have been able to detect the faint cracks still lingering above the city—hidden rifts invisible even to his heightened High Human senses.
