165| Wastelanders
"Till date, I have no idea who even created it," Armin breathed out, picturing the daunting black wall that played one of the biggest roles in his childhood.
"I have no idea what element was used to create it or how long it took…" Armin tried to explain. "I only know that there's nothing else like it."
The black wall was as tall as the skies. Some days, the wall was rough and easy to climb. Other days, it was smooth and he couldn't even get a grip. But every day, he could never climb to the top. Not even halfway. Not quarter.
It was an unscalable wall.
And it was godsent.
Wastelanders prayed to the wall, calling it the Wall God. And of course, it answered prayers.
On some weeks, the wall would open from the top and give food. Food was the only thing Wastelanders prayed for. The wall provided.
The food that the Wall God always provided was Wastelander special—remains of Bizarros.
