"...Damn it."
A whistle echoed across the dunes.
Munnu raised one arm.
"Move!"
Instantly—
The camp burst into motion.
Hovercrafts glided across the sand.
Supplies were secured.
Weapons checked.
Within minutes—
The Outlaws descended toward the ruined settlement.
Kai frowned.
"...We're going there?"
Munnu looked back.
"Of course."
"But..."
"There could still be guards."
"There are."
"...People?"
"There are."
Kai became even more confused.
"Then why?"
Munnu smiled.
"Because the explosion already happened."
"...Now comes the easy part."
Kai didn't like where this was going.
Not one bit.
The hovercrafts swept into the outskirts of the shattered trading hub.
The devastation was worse up close.
Half the buildings had collapsed.
Several were still burning.
People stumbled through the streets carrying the injured.
Someone shouted for water.
Another screamed for a healer.
Kai felt sick.
The Outlaws scattered.
Not wildly.
Methodically.
One group emptied warehouses.
Another collected crates.
Another rounded up abandoned wagons.
Nobody killed anyone.
They simply took everything that could still be used.
A merchant desperately grabbed onto a crate.
"Please!"
"My family—"
An outlaw simply pried his fingers loose.
"Sorry."
He lifted the crate and walked away.
Another found several barrels of dried food.