"I sent out a distress signal several minutes ago, why isn't anyone responding?... Did it not get sent?" Jeremy was visibly confused as he lay on the metal railings. Beside him, Leah was in a similar position, but in a half-conscious state.
"Leaving me to deal with everything alone… Tch, I hate weaklings the most." He commented as he sat up. "Hopefully, the Man-eaters stop what they are planning." He thought as he put up his arm.
"Thunder." [Yes, sir?] It promptly responded. "The distress call I sent out… Did no one come?" He asked, his brows furrowed as he expected the worst.
No one would be willing to come, it was too dangerous. Instead of increasing the number of casualties, it was best they headed over to the meeting point and made adjustments in line with their loss.
