Survivors

The warrior who had just revived from death was still extremely weak. On top of having forcibly entered a combat state and desperately resisted Sandora's mental pressure, those few short minutes had nearly drained him completely. Once both sides had confirmed each other's identities, he did not even have the strength to stand.

Left with no choice, we had him lie back down in the Medical Pod. At least in there, his strength would no longer be depleted.

I had Pandora and Viska withdraw for the time being. Although the Atlantis Warrior named Ares already knew that the sisters were not the same as the "demons" who had once destroyed his homeland—well, at least in theory—having them stand here would obviously have a serious effect on his mood. It was like knowing it was all fake, yet still losing your appetite while watching The Ring—come to think of it, there shouldn't be anything wrong with that comparison, right?

Finally, Sandora and I came before the now-calm Ares. Ever since this giant bearing the name of the God of War had lain down in the Medical Pod, he had been muttering something under his breath. It sounded like some ancient prayer, but no one could understand its meaning. Perhaps it was an ancient Atlantis language.

This was when you could see how wise it had been for this book to unify the world with Chinese from the very beginning.

"Where did you come from?" Sandora frowned at the tall man lying in the Medical Pod. "According to our records, Atlantis was completely destroyed."

"We survived after that disaster." Unable to turn his head due to the restraints of the Medical Pod, Ares could only stare at the ceiling as he answered in a deep voice. With Sandora and me standing beside