Dimitri left with his people.
The group continued north, heading towards West State City.
As the warriors clad in jet-black exoskeletons disappeared into the distance, the man hiding among the refugees let out a sigh of relief and withdrew his hand from the tattered cloak.
Encountering strangers in the Wasteland was never good; sometimes, a conflict could be sparked by a mere glance.
Most of the time, both parties consciously avoided each other. But if one side stopped, or even took the initiative to come closer...
What might happen next was anyone's guess.
Especially since he sensed a murderous intent from those people.
They seemed to have recently suffered a defeat, and even had a fleeting thought of taking out their frustration on him.
The leader of the refugee group clearly realized this as well, and after the unwelcome visitors had walked away, he immediately moved to the front of the line and shouted.
"City of Dawn is just ahead!"