[Vel'ryr]
[Outskirts]
The vast wasteland outside the vibrant city of Vel'ryr was, as ever, a stark contrast. Dante glanced around, his keen eyes taking in every small detail or indication that they had been followed.
His mission was a success, as expected. He had been successful in rescuing the test subjects of all northern and western district labs. The more he freed, the more desperate Vel'ryr grew to reclaim that which they saw as theirs.
Yet not once was Dante deterred.
Turning on his heel, he glanced at the accumulation of people, mainly comprised of humans with an odd demi-human here and there. All outfitted in white uniforms in varying states of tattered and dirty, most sporting fresh injuries while some were missing limbs. There were over a hundred captives here.
They looked around in fear despite their freedom. Some merely sat on the ground, a blank look in their eyes, as if they awaited something.
