Clang—
The rusty iron door slowly opened with the creak of hinges, and four staggering figures walked out side by side.
The morning sun was particularly dazzling. Saqi, Wu Hou, Luo Ya, and Suo Ao instinctively squinted their eyes, their dry, cracked lips forming a line. There seemed to be a fire burning in their stomachs, causing hunger that made their vision faintly green.
"Saqi, Wu Hou, Luo Ya, Suo Ao!"
A rough voice came, as the tall Barbarian Warrior Gita carried four two-liter buckets of mineral water and quickly walked forward, with ice-cold water droplets still clinging to the surface.
Seeing the mineral water, the four of them rushed forward without even greeting, grabbing the buckets, twisting off the caps, and pouring the contents into their mouths.
The sound of gulping echoed on the open ground, their muddled eyes filled only with a thirst for water—ten whole days, bound tightly with restrainment ropes, not a drop of water, unable to move a finger.
