However...
Until two o'clock in the afternoon.
It had been almost seven or eight hours since Joyce Cooper, the Machanized Tribe Player, sent that message over the Global Horn in the morning.
Kerr Cowell had not responded at all.
There was no sign of any change in the number of kills.
People no longer heard Kerr Cowell's voice ringing in their ears.
...
"What should we do now?"
About twenty or so people were gathered around a table in a gathering place.
They were the Human Guardians Association.
"There's not much to say."
An old man, sitting at the front, shook his head tiredly, "It's a good choice for the Human Race to avoid fighting at this time. Only by preserving our strength can we wait for the subsequent outbreak."
"Guardian Lord."
A middle-aged man sitting on the side of the table stood up with a slightly uncomfortable expression on his face, "I have a different opinion. If Kerr Cowell hadn't done what he did yesterday, it would be understandable to give in now."
