Adrian's face sank. They were not beggars, and the old man was crossing the line. If it were not for Pompilio, he would not have come here.

"We’re leaving, Bucky,” Adrian said.

"No! Please don't leave!" Pompilio pleaded, "Just give me a little time. I'm sure I can persuade him."

"You can't," Adrian said, "The old man has high status and authority. You have no say here. We'll find someplace else."

However, Pompilio refused to let Adrian go. He had seen Adrian's strength, and he was certain that only Adrian could help them. However, the old man was exceptionally stubborn.

"The sky is about to darken," Pompilio whispered, "The Riftflux will appear soon, and you're no match for them."

"Why should I be afraid of them?" Adrian asked. He had figured out that strength was crucial in Wasteland while on his way here. Luckily, he was powerful. "It's none of your business if I’m a match for them or not."

Bucky hesitated. Seeing that Pompilio could not do anything, he was crestfallen. Lookin