Their team has finally departed.
By the time the walls of the city disappeared behind them, their numbers had already been cut in half.
Only sixteen were part of the group left that ventured toward the forest.
The troll subjugation paid well, but not well enough to feed and house everyone. They had tried to secure additional contracts near the forest, but the only remaining tasks required pushing deeper into the forest than they were willing to risk.
Especially not with what they had just learned.
If what they believed was true… None of them wanted to be the first to confirm it.
Besides Levi and Ishii, no one had any desire to cross paths with Noah again. So they had the others split off.
Most took missions tied to the growing zombie crisis. Entire villages had been wiped out overnight. The dead weren't just increasing in numbers; they were getting stronger.
Stronger than the ones from their original world.
