"This is the last settlement I know of," she responded, her voice laced with a hint of uncertainty. "I'm not sure if there are any others out there."
His expression grew thoughtful as he turned to the group of survivors waiting to pass through the gate.
"Does anyone know of any other settlements that might still be standing?" he questioned, his eyes scanning the crowd.
The group of survivors looked at each other, some of them shaking their heads while others seemed to be thinking deeply.
One of them, an old man in his 60's with a grizzled beard, stepped forward.
"I think I might know of one," he said, his voice rough from years of smoking.
"My little nephew used to work in a settlement on the other side of the mountain range as a miner. I don't know if it's still standing, but it might be worth checking out."
Asher's eyes lit up with interest.
The old man's eyes widened after he was lifted off the ground, floating alongside Asher.
