No one knew who took the first step. The people of the Primordial Beginning Tower were swept along despite themselves, tightening their grips on their weapons and roaring from the depths of their hearts.
Yan Yan clenched his fists, a bitter curve tugging at his lips.
Even a Calamity didn't know why it was alive?
He did not step forward, because he knew he was no outstanding fighter. Charging in recklessly would only get him killed.
Wu Dan watched the battlefield and asked softly, "Yan Yan, what is your answer? You're better at surviving than anyone. Why do you think we should live?"
Uncharacteristically, Yan Yan fell silent. Beneath the cowardice on his face lay an exhausted soul.
"You said you didn't dare die because you feared Civilization's extinction. I don't dare die either, because I'm afraid of forgetting those who died. Elder Wu, do you still remember how many Blueprint Drafters Dustgrass has had?"
Wu Dan said nothing.
Yan Yan had expected as much. After all, the Primordial Beginning Tower was not a charity.
No one, not a single surviving civilization, had the resources to spare to support the weak or remember the lives lost in other civilizations.
"Three hundred and fifty-eight. Before me, three hundred and fifty-eight people represented Dustgrass, hoping to keep our civilization alive. I remember every one of their names. That's why I don't dare die, and it's the only thing I can do while I'm alive."
Yan Yan looked at the swelling green lines and sincerely wished that life could be like them, constantly drawing in energy and growing stronger.
But in the face of disaster, life was more fragile than a spiderweb.
"As long as I'm alive, they aren't dead."
Dustgrass, Dustgrass. As insignificant as dust, as stubborn as grass.
Even in a