Selma Payne's POV:
There were almost no traces of civilization to the west of the city-state, not even the 'ruins'.
The destruction stopped just two or three kilometers away from the shelter, which made me a little scared. Fortunately, I had taken care of Kafka. The consequences would have been unimaginable if it had dragged on for another minute.
We rushed to the shelter and heard deafening roars and wails from afar.
Almost all of the existing forces were outside the shelter to fight against the other mutant werewolves. Even the wounded Garland City's mayor used his recovered arm to fight against the enemy.
"Hey! Be careful!" I flew over to help him kick away a wanderer who tried to sneak attack and broke his neck with a backhand.
