The prisoners who ran to the Firerock were in no mood to care about anything else, even if someone were to bet their lives on it.
They had no right to fight back, because they had become dead the moment they had entered the city.
Dignity did not exist here. Every moment that they lived in weapon-forging city, the prisoners had been struggling bitterly.
Although the resistance to adversity was admirable, sometimes death was a relief.
Meaningless persistence was nothing more than self-torture, and it was even more so for the prisoners in weapon-forging city.
If they could choose again, they definitely wouldn't repeat their stupid actions. At the very least, they wouldn't be captured by volcanic city and thrown into this hell on earth.
It was better to die than to live.
"Hurry up, just a little faster and the Firerock will erupt again."
