The startled children, their eyes resembling those of a frightened deer.
At this moment, White stood among a group of children about his age. The collective panic was something no child could resist.
Even though this child had already endured hardships.
The clothes, though old, were once washed clean by Madam Donald and stitched with care, now stained with dirt and pulled out of shape.
His slightly large head turned anxiously, survival instincts futilely trying to gather more information through his senses.
Humans' longing for light largely stems from a fear of "losing visual information."
Information, in a sense, guarantees life.
Lann didn't hesitate for a moment. In fact, merely seeing White unharmed eased his tense nerves.
This child is safe... That's truly wonderful news.
Yet at the same time, a more urgent sense of crisis surged in with the movement of the two lines of torchlight.
The child is safe, but the situation is dire!
