Late at night, the extreme heat still raged across the Otherworld.
Countless people tossed and turned, waking up drenched in sweat time and again.
Some survivors, especially the elderly and children, struggled to cope with the heat, with some even fainting from the high temperatures.
The majority of survivors were struggling bitterly.
Even those Lizardmen and beggars originally in the Underground Ruins were now emerging from underground, gathering together, and moving to further, deeper mountainous areas, seeking caves where they could inhabit.
Under the twin moons, there was not a single breeze on the vast earth.
As the Lizardmen's ranks continuously emerged from the underground, growing as they merged, their migratory groups became ever more numerous and vast.
Green scales reflected scattered light under the moonlight; in their ugly heads, pairs of eyes glimmered with urgency and confusion.
They moved silently, with no intention of pausing their steps.
