Beastfall City, Southern Outskirts
The team Ethan had run into earlier was now camped just beyond the storm's edge.
"Commander, there's a heavy downpour in the direction of Beastfall City," a soldier reported. "That means a large-scale emergence of Pincer-tailed Sand Badgers. A lot of people must be trapped outside the city by now. Shouldn't we head back... and rescue them?"
Half a day earlier, their Commander had ordered them to set up camp and rest. Not long after, dark clouds had rolled in from nowhere, spreading across the horizon like a tidal wave. Judging by the scale, Beastfall City sat right at the heart of the downpour. A rainstorm spanning thousands of miles—none of them had ever seen anything like it.
"Junior," the Commander replied, "if our ten thousand troops tried to push through that storm, how many would actually make it to Beastfall?"
He met the younger man's eyes. "Would we be rescuing others... or needing rescue ourselves?"
