Ugan sat inside his room. He buried his daughter together with the heads of countless children.
He had no idea what to do next except to die. The moment he saw his daughter's head, he knew that he no longer had something worth living for.
Picking up the wine off the table, he chugged all of it down his throat. Despite drinking since last night, it still couldn't distract him from the sorrow that he was feeling over the loss of his daughter.
He packed their things and planned to burn this house together with him. He preferred not to leave anything behind when dying.
Just as he was about to continue with his course of action, the ground shook.
GGGGRRRRRVVVVDDDD
"Now what is this again?" Ugan's face looked terrible. This constant crisis kept triggering his survival instinct. Although that should be a good thing, he wanted to be living constantly on the edge his entire life.
He ran out of the door and saw a shocking scene.
