Chapter 424 - The forgotten ones
"How can you say such a thing?!" Hearing his partner's unconcerned, apathetic tone, Hephas snapped at his friend. "They are kids, Ovid, kids! How can you be so indifferent! They might be in grave trouble right as we are talking! Show some compassion to the young ones!"
"Pfft, why would I, or for that matter, anybody care for a group of strangers strolling into their deaths?" Ovid scoffed, shrugging his shoulders with the same indifferent look as before.
Placing his hand over Hephas' shoulder, he shook his head as a small sigh escaped through his lips.
"The world is like this. Cruel and cold, nobody would give a crap about some group of teens that was way too naive and green behind their ears venturing into their shallow, unmarked graves despite the clear signs and even warnings they were given, Hephas!" Ovid lectured, reminding his friend that they indeed tried to warn and alert the group not to take on the quest.