"This is a heavy artillery group, Garnt. Are we going to blast those walls?" Kara questioned as she looked around, standing next to Garnt.
It still felt like a dream; no more than five years ago, they were living in caves. When she looked at Garnt, she couldn't feel anything but gratitude, as he was the sole reason why they had progressed as humans.
'My darling is amazing, but-'
She quickly looked at the walls of the seaside village, her eyes expressing hatred toward Baktou.
'You won't lay a single hand on him, Baktou. I will personally slice your throat if you try to touch a single strand of hair on his body.'
To Kara's question, Garnt didn't answer quickly instead he kept looking at the wall, as if he saw something important and when Kara followed Garnt's gaze, she noticed a rather familiar woman looking at him with her eyes tearing up.
