--Silence--
No one made a sound, perking their ears and anxiously looking at Wolfram.
The tension in the air was choking.
"As promised, those chosen to survive will live."
Ah!
Like a flower blooming in spring, everyone in the fortunate camp smiled, laughed, and jumped with clapping hands.
They made it... They survived the storm!
Hmph!
Many looked at Julianna's group with a condescending stare.
'That's right. Just sit there and wait for death while we live and enjoy our new lives!'
Julianna's camp was gloomy, and theirs was filled with boisterous laughter.
Wolfram raised a hand to call for silence.
All sides quieted down, though one group, in particular, was trying to contain their smiles.
"Like I said... I will let you live. Fighting for your chance of survival isn't wrong. It's your right to do so since the life in question belongs to you."
Exactly!
See! He too, gets it!
