Aimou nervously watched the Dawn on the chessboard, a small model puffing out thick smoke, with a bridge spanning the canyon ahead waiting for its arrival.
Once they crossed this bridge, the wilderness map would end, with a supply point waiting for them, followed by a new coastal map.
Under Aimou's gaze, the sea surface was turbulent, with slender dark shadows barely discernible to the naked eye gliding beneath the waves, resembling schools of fish.
Unnoticed, Cinderella approached Aimou. Like her, Cinderella was also fixated on the sea surface on the chessboard, noticing something unusual, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.
"Did you see it!"
"See what?"
Aimou became alert. In a sense, Aimou was a shy person, intensely wary of strangers.
In this makeshift team, Cinderella was undoubtedly the most worthy of her vigilance. At first, Aimou didn't understand why, but soon she rationally analyzed and figured it out.
