"It won't happen for now, you are too weak at the moment."
"Can I recover faster here?"
Tia put down her stethoscope and turned to look at Zheng Yichen with her dusk-colored eyes, calmly saying, "You haven't sustained any injuries, and you are healthier than anyone else right now."
"Hmm~ I understand. What will eventually become of this world? And what about those people?"
"This world will rot and disappear, the remaining Dusk Territories will merge with those from other worlds."
"Oh? Is it because there are still survivors?" Zheng Yichen was somewhat surprised by the answer; Dusk seemed to not usually care about the creatures within the world.
Tia was noncommittal: "There are native Dusk mercenaries in this world."
Ah, so the roughly seven hundred native survivors are less significant than a single Dusk mercenary?
