Brontosaurus

Shelter. 

The people were shivering in fear, their moods were down as they thought this was a hopeless situation. 

There were a total of a thousand people inside this shelter, but the atmosphere wasn't good. They were hoping that the beasts wouldn't find them here. No, they wanted the soldiers to repel the beasts. 

"This is not working out! We're gonna die!" One of them gritted their teeth while clutching his head. His eyes were red, and there were some scratch marks on his cheeks. 

"Oi! Get a grip on yourself. The soldiers and the explorers are still fighting." Another person tried to calm him down.

Unexpectedly, the stressed guy grabbed the guy tightly while shouting, "We're done. Those beasts have been devouring one city after another. We are next. There is no way we will be able to survive if the cities stronger than us are unable to withstand their attacks!"