The sudden revelation of the "survival cost" penalty sent shockwaves through the survivors. The Goblin Wise, with its capricious nature, had added another layer of complexity to their already precarious existence. The atmosphere on the platform shifted from panic to a sombre realization of the challenges that lay ahead.
Emma's eyes widened with concern. "Survival cost? What does that mean?"
"It seems we're now required to pay a nightly fee to survive. And if we can't pay, the penalty is death," I explained, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and urgency.
"That's absurd! How are people supposed to gather coins every night? This is just another way to exploit us," Emma exclaimed, her sense of justice clashing with the arbitrary rules imposed by the Goblin Wise.
