The range of the white light from the lantern was limited, and the amusement rides in the abandoned amusement park appeared and disappeared in the darkness.
At a certain moment, the white light no longer illuminated the amusement rides from the surrounding darkness, but instead illuminated a gray wall beside us with a slogan encouraging study. At some point, we had left the vicinity of the abandoned amusement park and arrived at a middle school.
I doubt many leaders in this world would think of building a high school next to an amusement park. It seemed unusual that we arrived at this school so quickly after leaving the park. Clearly, we had experienced another chaotic shift in the unstable space.
Fresh bloodstains and footprints appeared again on the concrete ground ahead. Fresher than before, yet the footprints were identical. The cartographer was indeed successfully tracking the footprints.
"Can the guidance of the blessing also be used to track survivors?" I asked.
