Grace, who had been following behind him, attempted to step forward as well.
But the moment she tried to cross the same invisible boundary, she also stopped abruptly.
Her eyes widened with confusion.
She turned toward him nervously. "What… what should we do now?"
Her voice trembled slightly.
The weather had already begun turning harsh.
Snowflakes slowly drifted down from the sky, and the cold air pierced through her ragged clothes like needles.
At first, Grace had believed that as long as the superior being remained by her side, she would never need to worry about survival.
But reality was far crueler. Now she barely had anything to eat.
She had almost nothing to wear. Even surviving each day had become a struggle.
The clothes she wore were little more than torn pieces of fabric she had scavenged from abandoned areas.
Her fingers were numb from the cold. Her lips had turned pale and cracked.
And yet the superior being seemed completely indifferent to her suffering.
