The camp that was just silent a few seconds ago was in a rush. The people ran back and forth, new heavenly totems were being summoned, as if they were preparing for war.
"If it isn't one, then it's damn right close to it?" Collins said, sitting just on the edge of the Sunwalkers camp, observing the movement from above.
"I wonder if Dexter would be able to drag that old man back." Collins wondered, smiling to himself.
In the skies of Russia, Dexter's black wings flapped, releasing a sound of blades cutting through air. He gazed down, seeing the ruined cities he passed by.
Beside him was Hannah in her demonic dragon form. She was looking ahead with a sad face.
Dexter smiled as he saw her so deep in thought. He knew what she was thinking about, of course—he's not dumb.
"Why's your face like that?" he asked with a smile, making her look at him with a bored look.
"Nothing."
"Really?" he probed.
"..." Hannah kept quiet, contemplating her next words.
"You're..."
