A Village that Profited from a Disaster

They only stopped when they were out of the range of the two mountains.

Their eardrums returned to normal.

The sound had also continued to transmit new waves.

"Hu --"

Kant opened his mouth to stop the warhorse beneath him. He turned his head to look at Manide and James, who were covered in dust beside him. He did not need to look in the mirror to know that he was definitely in a sorry state with dust all over his face.

If they retreated from the tunnel, it would be equivalent to running away.

If not...

They would die in the collapse or be swallowed by the flood that came from God knows where. When that happened, they would be extremely miserable. It was not the time to care about their image at the moment of life and death.

Kant did not have too many mysophobia.