Standing atop the wall of the Sanctuary, I looked out over the flattened wasteland that used to be a city, the dark clouds above not even parting way for the moon to shine through on this night.
In my hand, I fiddled with a small, bullet-shaped item previously given to me.
"Damn it... I can't believe this... It's way too early-game, and yet... Tch, all these resources..."
"..."
Just beside me, stood the Protagonist.
He was still evidently annoyed at the Behemoth itself, but now, he also had the thief who stole all his alchemy ingredients to worry about. Thankfully, it seemed he was going to postpone that issue until after we dealt with the current threat.
Speaking of which, now just a short couple hundred metres away, the Behemoth continued to approach, the distance between it and this wall roughly the same as the alien's width.
