Time passed swiftly.
By the next morning, the outside world had become silent.
The loudspeakers had drained their battery power and no longer broadcasted any sound.
The strange noises of battle had also vanished.
Wang Hao removed the cotton from his ears, feeling a faint sense of melancholy.
"Is it over?"
With this bizarre experience, he suddenly felt as though he had undergone a subtle transformation.
The feeling was somewhat indescribable, a change in thinking from being a pawn to becoming a Chess Player, and not quite like the usual game playing.
Wang Hao shook his head, dismissing these wild thoughts, and said with a smile, "It seems like things have quieted down outside; we should go out and see what became of that strange battlefield."
Pan Hao was still groggy and tired, "Shouldn't we hide a little longer? We still have plenty of food; we could eat for a month without problems!"
"Or should we hide a bit more?"