he still has strength

Outside in the darkness that surround Fate, trees barricade the place like a fortress on ground of the mountain's peak. The sound of the ocean sang a melody in the night.

Steward Yang slowly checks the surrounding area with a cane in hand to help support his slightly slouch body. His eyes could barely open due to his old age, but it doesn't bother him.

"Hey old man, give us some alcohol."

From behind, a man calls out to the elderly man. He is one of Red Moon's men that could not enter the building since each leader was only allowed to bring one or two people inside.

Thus, everyone else that came had to sit outside and wait.

Steward Yang pause in his steps and turn to look at the person who had spoken. However, there were about twenty figures standing near the parked cars.

His wrinkle eyes squints more to get a clearer view of the person. However, due to the dark sky, he could not make out the person.