"Tch. Future super terrorists."
"Masked pigs."
"Fucking supes."
"Get out of Phoenix's Ring!"
"Why… the hell are they cursing us even though the Dragon Monarch is literally giving them food? I'll spit on this thing!"
"Gracey, don't!"
The Baby Crew was now serving food to the people living—no. To the people surviving within the Phoenix's Ring.
The Phoenix's Ring—that was what the people learned to call the ring of melted buildings that stood as the perimeter of the flat wasteland of Ohio. But for such a strong name, its history and the community within it are anything but.
Unlike a phoenix, these people weren't reborn. None of them were even originally from Ohio. These are the people who saw opportunity, only to find that they were only digging dirt—they all had their own homes for free, and yet they were living worse than the homeless.
Ironically, in a way, they migrated themselves into refugees.
