- Well, it evokes a strange feeling. - The grandson replied after both of them greeted the journalist. - My heart tells me to run, run while there's still a chance.
- Or even better - swim, - the grandmother added, - who knows, maybe after us, Calcite will be next, and then the entire southern continent.
- Yeah. Well, in short, my heart says that, but logic suggests that if we don't stop these devils... I mean, skeletons, now, what will happen next? They'll turn the whole world into the undead, so someone will have to fight them, but few want to do it. Most hope that someone else will take care of it.
- Let someone else fight the undead, and you calm down. There are many Asuguhs, if needed, more will be born, but I only have one grandson.
- Well, grandma...
If everything is okay, I'll go to the administration building.