Following the children's frantic shouts, a few adults came rushing toward the crater, their expressions filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. They stopped at the edge, squinting down at the damage below and the figure lying at its center.
A tall, broad-shouldered man rubbed his chin, scanning the surroundings. "Huh… who's this kid? And what the hell happened here?"
Another man, leaner and with a straw hat slung over his back, peered into the pit. "Maybe he fell from the sky?" he suggested, his tone half-serious.
The first man gave him a sharp look. "Are you an idiot? If someone actually fell from the sky, we'd be digging up bones, not getting stared at by a kid with glowing eyes."
Max blinked slowly, still weak, still unmoving—his gaze following the exchange in silence.
Just then, a new voice spoke up—calmer, steadier.
"Alright, sun's dipping. No need to argue over how he got here. Let's get him out and be on our way."
