Chapter 77: Side E.B. Day — When Touji Isn’t Around

Even the wasteland has rivers. A long river tracing a gentle, wide arc sustained the life that clung to it. There were animals that came to drink. There were creatures that preyed on them. And there were travelers who, moving from city to city, stopped to rest along its banks. It must have started as one of those simple rest stops. But because the two cities it connected were a human city and a Tooth city, that rest stop had changed. I could see food stalls made from repurposed armored…