On the vast Cat Island, Julio walked slowly along Centipede Street, observing the dense rows of shops on either side. Electric lights from the shops banished all darkness, illuminating a bustling avenue filled with traffic. Waves of clamor filled the air as the teeming crowds went about their business.
A gigantic long beetle, laden with all sorts of goods, lumbered past him. Seeing it piled high with harvested edible centipedes, Julio knocked on its hard carapace, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.
The damage from the death ray had been mostly repaired, and the once grim, lifeless Cat Island was bustling with activity again.
