Enslavement

"You're actually here!"

Sophia could no longer contain her anger when she saw Irving's unhurried demeanor. Her face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost.

"There's less than three hours left. Do you want to get us all killed? Do you really think the outer walls alone can withstand the second wave of the disaster?" she snapped, her voice tinged with desperation and frustration.

"And all that junk you have piled up—I have no idea what it's even for, just taking up space."

Sophia vented all her pent-up frustration.

"I thought by following you, you'd help me get my revenge. If it wasn't for me using my skills last night, those beasts outside would have torn you to shreds!"