The teenage boy returned to his tent and extinguished the lamp by his side. As he laid down on his simple bedding, he began formulating a plan inside his head.
His thoughts went to the Wanderers living in isolation, clinging to whatever hope they had left.
Three Champions ruling over three thousand lost souls…
It was a small miracle that the city hadn't been wiped out by monsters.
But it was also a sign that the Champions had consolidated absolute control.
'If I leave them as they are, they'll fall apart sooner or later,' Thirteen thought. 'Those teenagers… their eyes were empty. It goes without saying that they've lost hope.'
He then lightly rubbed the head of Tiona, who was nuzzling his cheek.
"Guess I'll be playing babysitter again, Tiona," Thirteen said softly. "Do you think those naughty kids will listen to me?"
Tiona uncoiled herself from Thirteen's neck and transformed into her human form.
