Cain leaned back into the chair, eyes flicking over the canvas map spread out on the table with furrowed brows.
He didn't speak for a while, but Gilead remained silent as he didn't want to rush him.
The material was creased with some of the edges curled, probably from its frequent usage, but the markings were sharp. It went to show just how much effort Gilead had put into it. He couldn't help but feel his respect for the older man grow.
The black ink traced out what was meant to be broken roads and mountain ranges.
'As expected. The rest of the world has expanded significantly...'
On the map, City Z was no bigger than a grape in terms of diameter. Although he could see the details just fine with his eyes.
The same was true for the rest of the cities. Despite how big they were, they just couldn't compare to what the rest of the world has turned into.
