In any case, they were similar, and it didn't make much difference.
Her father's entire being was absorbed by the blue skin tree core, eager to experiment with it.
Her mother ignored him and pulled Amalia to the sofa, asking her to recount what had happened in Fruit City No.1.
In the past, Amalia might have shared everything openly, but now she was growing more cautious and didn't want to worry her parents too much.
However, she still described the intense moments of the city defense battle.
Her mother listened with her heart in knots, unable to believe the extent to which humans and mutated creatures had come to this.
The city defense battle was shockingly brutal.
"Will you go back there in the future?" her mother asked, her brow furrowing.
"Yes, I have to. Who knows, you two might need to go as well," Amalia sensed this might be the case.
