After several tens of minutes of traveling, the pickup truck driven by Reizel finally arrived at a village that seemed to be inhabited by many people.
The people who passed by just stood still, staring cynically, and some were even holding gardening tools to be used as weapons. Shovels, hoes, machetes, scythes, and some even carried mini bows.
The tension could be felt by Reizel and the people carried by him.
Suddenly someone appeared and stood on the road, blocking the car Reizel was driving.
That person was none other than Rama.
Long jeans pants with a plain t-shirt. An open black jacket with his right hand inside the pants pocket while the left sleeve of his jacket was only fluttering due to the absence of the left hand filling the sleeve of the jacket. His short black hair was swaying slightly in the wind. And of course the faint grin on his confident face.
The car had no choice but to stop and the residents began to approach the car.
