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"Will we fail, Sir?"
Having discarded the sword used for killing long ago, Aaron smashed a large door panel down, crushing the swarm of venomous insects in front of him.
But the gap he made was quickly filled by more of their kind, relentless and indifferent to life or death.
"No, others may fail, but you all will certainly be among the last to die."
Exhaling, Aaron felt like a lone rock in the ocean.
If things reached the most dangerous point, he would decisively lead people back toward the vicinity of the Fountain, establishing the strongest defensive line.
But it had not reached that point yet; he was still awaiting a turn of events.
"The strength given to the Great Prophet by the Gods might exceed our imagination, it just depends on whether he is ruthless enough."
"Heh, but speaking of it, I don't even know if I truly wish for him to be ruthless or to remain as he is now. Humans, such contradictions."