Human footsteps crunched on the dry, colored leaves.
Leading the way, Charles wielded the Black Blade, clearing vines and shrubs that blocked their path.
Everyone kept a wary eye on their surroundings, no one speaking for fear that their voices would draw over the strange music they had heard earlier.
Charles had already commanded the reconnaissance rats to return; against an enemy unseen and untouchable, the rats' scouting was of little use.
At this moment, Lily was whispering into Charles's ear.
"Mr. Charles, we attacked those rope people earlier – when we leave this island, should we apologize?"
"Stay focused! Don't think about such unnecessary things."
"But we misunderstood them; shouldn't we apologize to them? At the very least, we should say sorry, right?"
Amidst Lily's incessant chatter, the group arrived amidst the ruins of the Foundation.
