"Where did you learn that someone had attacked the sun and escaped?" Naimus asked.
"I ran into a few wanderers and heard it from them. Later, I went to a settlement and received related information there as well," Ara immediately answered.
He had witnessed the earlier battle. In terms of raw strength alone, he might not have matched Naimus, but he did not think he was that much weaker.
In the Land of Ends, anyone who could survive had some ability.
"Let's go. I need to find the source of that information. Only then will we truly have a chance to leave," Naimus said without further explanation.
Ara did not ask any more questions, even though he was starving and thirsty and had not received any decent supplies for a full year.
But pushing the limits of life was something he did almost every day.
Therefore, even in poor condition, Ara could still think rationally.
The world had already been destroyed, and only a little over ten thousand remnants remained in this Land of Ends.
Under such circumstances, there was no need to fuss over many things.
Perhaps it was precisely because the world had ended that people like them finally realized that power, reputation, and profit were not important at all.
They were merely living beings. Their sole task in life was to fill their stomachs each day, then enjoy their days.
Nothing else had to be accomplished.
Therefore, Ara had only one thought now—live normally!
So long as someone could take him to a normal world and let him live normally, Ara was willing to do many things.
Since those things were irrelevant, there was no need to care about them.
Whoever could get them out of here, he would do whatever that person told him to do.