Hard-to-Place "Refugees"

"Did you hear?" "Still need to hear?! Look at my injuries, look at my gear. If I'd run even a little slower, I probably wouldn't even have my ashes left." "That temperature... I thought the sun had fallen onto the ground." "The sun? Do you mean the one that got blown up a while ago, or the one that just reappeared?" Outside every Space Station of Life's Embrace, dense crowds of people were packed tightly together. These people did not know each other, yet as they talked, there was not the slightest distance of strangers between them. Chen Yi and the High-level Elf were not targeting them, but merely the aftermath of the battle was a natural disaster to these people. Being able to survive was already a matter of good luck; who cared whether the other person was a stranger or not? They had originally thought that this Elf race banquet, like those in the past, would be a carnival for people like them. Yet they hadn't expected that this carnival was forged from despair. As for what had happened? They didn't want to know at all. Just that high temperature which still hadn't dispersed, the casual shattering of suns, and the dragging down of stardust-at a glance, it was nothing they could meddle in. The more you know, the faster you die. They only wanted to leave this place of right and wrong as early as possible. Yet even this modest wish was hard to fulfill. The High-level Elf Isis O'Brien looked at the various races down below and could not help frowning. She wasn't worried that these people would storm the Space Station. A bunch of Rank 2 to 4 fellows-without the blessing of a Pseudo Rank 7's restriction-even if added together, could not pose a threat