Lucian climbed out of the passage, and the sharp, burning pain stung his skin once again as the toxic liquid made contact with his body.
But it did not bother him as it was way more reduced. He continued swimming towards the shore, even killing a bunch of Ratmen on his way back until he reached shallower waters.
The toxic scum from the place did not reach this part of the river, so it was supposedly clear and safe from pollution.
When the spatial rifts started appearing, and the humans ungraciously forced down the food chain, factories had no choice but to shut down. Within centuries, the earth was covered in lush green foliage, and pollution decreased drastically—probably a good thing for mother earth!
Lucian washed his hands, face, and neck in the clean water. Fortunately, his body was unaffected.
Lucian checked the time and saw that it was already eight at night. No cars traversed the wilderness at this hour, and the base was by now securely locked down!
