Time ticked by, second by second, and everyone's hearts were in their throats.
This was especially true for those on S12 Star who had yet to evacuate. They were restless with anxiety.
"When are the warships coming back? We haven't evacuated yet."
"I don't want to die here. I'm still young."
"You're over a hundred years old and still call yourself young?" someone retorted. Then they continued, "Leave the hope of survival to the young people. Us old-timers will just stay here."
"But I really don't want to die," another person said.
Within the densely packed crowd, people whispered amongst themselves.
Some claimed they weren't worried, but inwardly, they were more frantic than anyone.
The moment a warship appeared, they immediately scrambled for it, terrified of being too slow and missing their chance.
