1238 The true beginning of the end of the apocalypse

Watching the huge floating city slowly moving away but gradually gaining speed until its total disappearance, the soldiers and soul evolvers stationed on the most dangerous wall of the entire Washington D.C. base finally looked at each other in dismay.

What happened? 

The captain of the troops stationed there for the purpose of stopping the ferocious sea race that never seemed to tire of launching attacks towards the surface looked back at the person who was even now staring into the sky even though the floating city was no longer there.

The only person who knew what had happened was precisely this man, the Leader of them all.

Angelo could feel many eyes on him.

Curiosity, puzzlement, amazement... He could feel them all.

"Back to your stations." Angelo turned and began to walk away as he waved his hand as if shooing away flies, "If you have free time to croak then use it to work and earn your living."