Alex had already seen a lot of Shelters so far. From Clan Shelters, Neutral Shelters, Wild Shelters, and all others.
However, the shelter in front of them felt too different from the others.
Soon, he found a leader and asked.
"Ahem... May I ask what land... or maybe continent where you're all from?"
"I… I'm sorry." The leader said as he looked behind.
The other Survivors then shrugged and shook their heads. Apparently, they knew what their shelter was called, but the name of the land or continent wasn't something they were aware of.
"This is called Soft Bread Shelter?" Alex asked.
That was basically the dead end. If they had no idea, then they might as well leave it at that.
Alex approached and sighed. Soon, his staff tapped against the stone. He glanced at the survivors, then at his master.
"You didn't even let me fight."
