Tide Watching Island, at the foot of the ring-shaped mountain.
A dozen or so subordinates of the Second Priest stood in a pavilion next to the resort hotel.
Two confidants squatted together, lit cigarettes, and whispered to each other.
The one missing an ear on the left spoke first, "I don't know what kind of people they are..."
The other, with upturned eyes, said disdainfully, "Survivors, you know. Haven't you seen how many people have arrived on Tide Watching Island? At least tens of thousands. The outside world is probably submerged by the floods. This is the last sanctuary."
"There's also New Eden."
"Tch, what sanctuary? If there really is one, perhaps it's just under our feet here on Tide Watching Island."
