Lu Ban and Xiya were utterly confused.
They sat on the metal equipment, watching people come and go.
There were quite a few giants on this small island.
Although they all wore yellow clothes and looked more or less the same from a distance, Lu Ban still managed to remember roughly what the fellow who had brought them back looked like.
"...The contamination has finally stabilized, but this isn't the end. The real battle is only just beginning."
The giant returned after a while. He had not taken off his coat. Through the hood, they could see that his entire body was drenched in sweat, and he seemed extremely exhausted.
"What's your name?"
Xiya asked.
"Me? My name's Song. You can call me Old Song. Yang and I are good friends."
The giant sat beside the equipment and pulled out a gray tube. He connected it to a small metal box on his clothes.
A moment later, accompanied by the sound of something operating, Old Song let out a blissful sigh. His entire body relaxed, and the sweat vanished without a trace.
Lu Ban guessed that this might be some kind of cooling device, perhaps one that also relaxed the nerves.
Although Old Song made the Outer Gods sound like no big deal, the civilization's struggle against the contamination was undoubtedly extremely difficult. There were also many dead on this beach. This was not something that could be resolved with a few words.
He must have been under tremendous pressure as well.
"Song, I'd like to discuss something with you."
At that moment, another, even more burly giant came to Old Song's side. He patted Old Song, who was resting, and spoke.
"For the next three rotations, you're staying here. Don't go."
"Why?"
Old Song immediately sat up when he