After Surviving the Apocalypse, I Built a City in Another World novel Chapter 881

They only found out about the lord’s untimely death when the buildings began to disintegrate.

Faye had woken up just a couple of minutes ago from the yells and screams all around her. Cree and Valma arrived shortly after with pale faces.

Their voices were weak, unsure of how to tell her. "The Lord—"

"Grandpa?" she voiced out, confused and disoriented. But as she heard more of the screams—vaguely hearing about the buildings disintegrating—she immediately bolted out of her bed to go to her grandfather’s room.

When she saw him just laying there, without a hint of movement, it felt like she was thrown off a cliff.

She gasped as she dragged herself closer to him, heartwrenching sobs escaping from her mouth. "GRANDPA—" _{ƒreewebɳovel.com}

Cree and Valma could only watch on, looking heartbroken as well. However, they also knew this was no time to mourn.

It was morning and the heat would only get worse; they needed to find cover as soon as possible.

Cree moved forward, stopping a meter behind the woman. "Please, Miss Faye," he said. "The Lord wouldn’t want you to perish now."

Faye let herself cry out for a few more moments before forcing her tears back. She leaned down hug her grandfather one more time, all while feeling the increasing heat as the roof disintegrated above them.

The sounds of the screams outside were the only thing that kept her from just staying there.

"I’ll live grandpa," she said, wiping the last traces of tears on her face. "I’ll live for both of us."

…

"Let’s go find cover while there is still sun!" She yelled to whoever could hear her. They had no time to alert everyone or find them all; they’d just have to take whoever was there.

Her beautiful ebony hair was cut short now. She should’ve done this ages ago, but her family had always complimented it and she couldn’t bear cut it off before.

But now, the last of her family was gone, so there was no need to keep it—at least not in this heat.

She did feel a bit of melancholy. After all, she had been told to cut her hair many times when she was on duty, but she just refused to do so.

Faye Alexa—or just Foxii according to her family and close friends—was also a soldier, which was how she managed to compartmentalize despite the debilitating pain of losing her final blood relative.

She followed her family’s footsteps of entering the military of her home country: the perenially snowy country of Colfrig. It was why despite their strategies and strength, the heat wave had a higher impact on them than others. Their bodies were too conditioned to the Winter.

When the tragedy happened, she was on leave to see her grandfather at the ancestral home. Only the two of them, as well as her dad and uncle, survived the initial transformations. Her father died shortly after the transfer, protecting people.

There were too many civilians, and they were soldiers, and their instincts kicked in. He ended up dying while protecting them until they found a decent place to set up territory.

She couldn’t help but remember her grandfather’s regrets of rashly doing so. More than their distance from the river, he said that if he had known the token would be integrated permanently—unless some conditions were met—he wouldn’t have been the one to activate the token at all.

Her uncle died after the Protection Period ended, when the monsters had suddenly spiked in strength, leaving just her and her grandfather to lead thousands and thousands of people against various tribulations that came their way.

They did very well, considering everything, but sadly they couldn’t hold on in the end.

She was 29 years old now, unmarried, and had just awakened the water element just before all this went down.

Because her ability was so necessary during the extreme heat, she was forced to train it beyond her limits.

Combined with her natural talent, she became proficient at the element in good time. Other than this, she had also awakened the Sheildsman… er, shieldswoman, occupation early on in the Migration.

Water and Shield was an odd combination for certain, but it was what she got.

"Let’s go!" She said, looking for the stream and its marks. Although it had mostly dried now—leaving only sticky mud—they could still follow it to a river, which hopefully still had some water.