The air in the church was as cold as the howling wind on the Wandering swamp, even though West Sail Port, situated in the tropics, never sees winter.
It's all cost...
Everyone in this settlement.
Anvo's gaze suddenly filled with despair, losing all hope in the rebellion, he lifted the gun in his hand again, though he didn't release the safety.
"...I don't care about any of this, even if we've been used, give me and my brothers beside me a way out! I'll give you a way out!"
"...If you hadn't interrupted, I was about to say that. To survive, you have to pretend to have killed the people, yet the people aren't dead."
Yishel glanced mockingly at this cowardly wolf afraid of death, then slowly continued speaking.
"Don't just stand there foolishly, go to the port and get some bodies, get some carts for transporting bodies, arrange the bodies in the church, shoot a round at them, then drag them out."
