The atmosphere turned awkward. Despite his concern for face, Aerandir couldn't help muttering, "Even if... even if it were Alexander, what of it? We are now both Ghost Emperors, and not necessarily... not necessarily much weaker!"
Aerandir's tone was clearly faltering.
Fortunately, no one called him out on it because the moment he uttered the code '44011,' the hall had already emptied!
Inside the bar, Quillhart watched the crowd swell, his fingers beginning to tremble. With a quivering hand, he placed two prince-tier and one soldier-tier beetles on the counter.
"Quillhart, this isn't enough! There are so many of us here; there's not enough for one drink each!" The bar was now full of people, and someone started to heckle.
The beetles tide had arrived too quickly, and even though Sofia had established a survivor base overnight, this night was bought with the lives of billions worldwide.
Hence, these base inhabitants were called survivors.
