They had been here for nearly half a month.
From their helplessness at the beginning to their forced adaptation now... one had to admit that humanity's ability to adapt far exceeded its own expectations.
Looking at the weapon in her hand, already stained completely with blood—if this had been half a month ago, Remia was certain she would never have touched it.
But now, she did not dare let this iron sword, thick with the reek of blood, leave her side for even a moment.
In this place, filled with all kinds of monsters, even closing her eyes for a moment could cost her her life.
"Here, drink some water first."
Among the rubble of the abandoned city, Remia carefully helped a young girl sit up... A shocking wound marred the girl's abdomen.
The injury was three days old, caused by the sharp claws of a monster.
Since then, the girl had been burning with an unrelenting fever and growing weaker by the day... The ordinary wound-treatment methods Remia knew were of little use against an injury like this.
"Remia, I... I'm cold..."
"It's all right. I'm holding you. It's all right."
Remia held the seriously injured girl tightly in her arms—though she was cold too, terribly so. Her feet already had several patches of frostbite.
"Pray. You won't feel cold if you pray," she whispered into the girl's ear.
She knew this was the only way to keep the girl going—the entire city had become a ruin. She had gone out in search of medicine several times in a row, but had found nothing... Even food was in desperately short supply.
"Can we... can we still go back?"
"We can. We definitely can."
"I miss the snacks in the City of Freedom. I miss my family, and my other