Chapter 098: Has Frostmourne Really Evolved? (Thanks to the Silver That Even Resurrection Coins Couldn't Save)_4

A group of survivors stood on the desolate street, the thick scent of blood wafting to their noses.

The scene was very quiet.

No one spoke.

Thump!

A survivor knelt on the ground, his eyes wide, muttering to himself, "Who is he, really, and why did he leave? We're all here; we need help; we truly cannot do without him."

As he spoke, tears streamed from the corners of his eyes.

Many survivors were mentally crushed by the apocalyptic environment, that feeling of despair was truly painful.

"Yeah, but who is he, really?"

"I don't know, I don't know anything, only that he carries a sword."

"I really want to know where he lives, I truly want to follow him."

If it had been at the onset of the apocalypse, some might still have been cracking jokes, uttering juvenile remarks, waiting for rescue.

But as the apocalypse progressed to the present.

All the living were in somber spirits, knowing that the hoped-for rescue would not come, that everything depended on them alone.