After finishing his preparations, Moon made his way to his new apartment in the city.
Since the destruction of the previous zone he lived in, Moon had moved to Zone C as a temporary arrangement. He spent the least of his time on Earth these days. Most of his hours were poured into the Sanctuary, developing his strength for the times of turmoil that seemed to arrive whether he was ready for them or not.
The sudden destruction of his previous home had only reinforced what he already knew. In the greater scheme of things, he was still…really weak. The world didn't wait for people to catch up. It moved, it broke, it consumed, and if you weren't strong enough to stand your ground when it did, you were swept away with everything else in its waves.
The only answer was to spend most of his available time inside the Sanctuaries, building his power until the next disaster came.
