"Charge!"
The light, that light akin to hope, surged at the end, and the faces of those refugees in front showed excitement. With a low growl, they used all their strength to rush toward that hopeful glow.
This light, though similar to the underground lights, had the sole distinction of illuminating the land and not the bottomless underground.
Standing on the ground, after experiencing chaos, everyone, upon seeing the land for the first time, performed the same action—taking a deep breath, ignoring everything under the flashing red light of the staircase behind them and greedily inhaling the air of the world.
"What are you trying to do?! Who let you bastards out?!"
A voice of anger rang out, and a guard holding a shotgun appeared, staring at these refugees with disdain.
