Angor quickly denied his own thought. Those who managed to come here might not be strong, but at least, they should know how to deal with these animals without dying.
Well, unless someone was foolish enough to climb to the sky and become a live bait.
Wait… Something suddenly flashed past Angor's mind. To the sky? Bait?
Staying on the ground was safe, sure. But of course, the city wouldn't want the people to stay safe in the garden. They needed dead people—a lot of them. And in such a case, sending people to the sky was one quick approach to produce corpses.
But again, those with brains would never try to approach the sky.
What if the city was planning to FORCE people to fly?
For example… what if the exit of the garden was up there?
Angor frowned at his assumption. It was quite possible.
He carefully looked at the sky again and saw nothing apart from clouds and wandering schools of fish.
