Everyone lay under the shade of dried grass, casually chatting and eating the food captured from Baldy, feeling almost as if they were on vacation. If only the temperature were lower, life would be much better. The stench of rotting bodies in the air kept everyone alert; on the grassland, aside from enemies, there were also fierce beasts, equally dangerous.
"Boom, boom, boom!" Distant thunder rumbled faintly, startling everyone. It made no sense for there to be thunder on the grasslands during this season. Looking up at the sky again, the blazing sun hung high, making it impossible to open one's eyes without tactical goggles. Everyone's heart tightened, sensing that something was off.
