The Foreign Legion’s special forces team and Cha Dong-Gyun’s Team Three brought dinner over. They then lit a small fire inside the cave and handed out blankets to everyone. Emotionally, the Somalis didn’t seem to be doing too badly. However, after dinner, another child died.0

Park Chul-Su failed to mask his sadness when pitiful shrieks erupted. He still wasn’t used to this kind of situation—anyone would need quite some time to get adjusted to and understand that moments like this were simply a part of life in Africa.0

After dinner, Kang Chan sat back down on the rocks that overlooked the river. He leaned back, staring off into the distance.0

Compared to the blood-red sunsets in Mongolia, Africa had quite normal ones. However, they carried with them a certain sadness that was difficult to hide, making the hearts of anyone watching them mourn.0

The cries of a deer whose throat was clamped on by a beast, the moans of a lion dying from the horns of a water buffalo, and the sight...0