There was no response.
Imu stood there like a stone statue forgotten by time.
He stood like that for a long time, then slowly moved his feet, walking step by step toward a dark doorway.
His figure paused at the threshold for a moment before finally disappearing completely into the shadows beyond the door.
On Ron's battlefield.
Almost the entire island was shrouded in gray dust and smoke. The boundary between sky and earth had been completely erased, leaving only billowing gray-white haze rolling slowly across the shattered ground.
Fake Ron burst out of a pile of loose soil like a rat, panting heavily, traces of lingering fear still in his eyes.
He looked around, but the thick dust obscured his vision. He could not tell which direction that blast had flung him.
"Rustle, rustle, rustle..."
Not far away, a pile of dirt shifted at the foot of a half-collapsed wall, and another figure crawled out.
The burly man shook the rubble off his shoulders and surveyed his surroundings. Vaguely making out a familiar silhouette, he looked visibly reassured and hurried over.
"Boss! Did the shock wave blow you over here too?"
Fake Ron's brows abruptly furrowed. He quickly suppressed the fear on his face and replaced it with a composed expression, speaking with easy confidence. "What are you talking about? How could the aftershocks of something like that affect me? I came here to save you all."
Undisguised emotion welled up in the burly man's eyes. "Boss, you're truly amazing!"
"Let's go." Fake Ron brushed the dust off himself and urged, "It's time we headed to our next stop."
There was only one thought in Fake Ron's mind now: get out of this damned place before a second round of those aftershocks came.
But before they had gone