The landscape laid quiet, for it was now a graveyard of the unburied. The bitter wind swept the hillside and the ground was slick with a light shower.
"Boss, are you okay?" Gilbert asked Marvel when they were alone beside their car, scanning the surroundings where many of their people died.
Their subordinates helped each other to evacuate the wounded ones and took them into the cars, but they couldn't do much to the perished ones.
"I'm fine," Marvel replied, turning at Gilbert, snickering to see his limping legs. "You don't look alright. Can you walk? Should I carry you?"
Gilbert frowned while backing away when Marvel playfully opened his arms for him. Marvel's misleading attention sent him jitters.
"I'm totally fine, Boss."
When Marvel laughed, Gilbert looked at him curiously.
Marvel's demeanor had turned a little lighter, but the air around him was still as heavy as before.
