Then they headed straight for the Land of the Lost.
The Land of the Lost is no place for the living.
Still, saying it out loud made it feel all the more chaotic.
Jade didn't mind, merely blaming his poor health, "I'm the one holding you all back."
Sixth Hoffman didn't care, "We're brothers. There's no talk of dragging each other down when you did it for the boss too."
He was anxious, but he wouldn't blame Jade for something like this.
Jade hung his head, clutching the handkerchief in his hand.
The sun, still blinding, hung on the horizon, its rays a deep shade of orange-yellow, imbued with a rustling sense of desolation and fragmentation.
As if in late autumn, the noisy world could not keep the last sliver of light from fading.
Silent amidst the glow, Jade was drenched in sweat, his entire being looking both exquisite and fragile,
Ill-suited for the desolate surroundings.
Sixth Hoffman whistled for Nicholas, ordering it to scout ahead.
