The temperature plummeted as night fell, and a group huddled in a sandy pit amidst the ruins, passing around a cigarette. Someone asked, "Do you think that lion-bodied creature was a real god?"
"Who cares~"
A man named Clark took a heavy drag of the cigarette before passing it unwillingly to the person next to him, "Whether it's a god or a monster, it's none of our concern now. The ones in trouble are those two."
The short-haired man who took the cigarette wiped the drool off the cigarette butt with his sleeve before taking a drag, smacking his lips, he said, "If it weren't for them today, our fate wouldn't be any better. I really hope they'll be okay and help us fend off the monsters here, haha~"
"Haha~ Clark, I almost believed you became a good person, but the last sentence suits your sneaky character~ hey~"
