Kapitel 89: Jom and Terry

Jom and Terry were walking in a snow-covered forest.

They were friends formed during difficult times. Later in the refugee camp on the outskirts of Wickidor, the two were chosen by Marni to become believers of the God of Games in the Unnamed Town.

"Jom, why are we going this far away…"

The warrior-dressed Terry looked about twelve or thirteen years of age, due to previous malnourishment he hadn't gotten to hit puberty yet, his thin body looked like a clumsy little kitten.

He waddled uncomfortably through the ankle-high snow and couldn't help but complain, "Couldn't we just stay in the town?"