Surprisingly, the Chaos Platoon's operations ended up being smoother than Hal expected, and before they knew it, two weeks had already passed.
The skies weren't dimming yet, but that time of the day was approaching.
Beneath, grayish-white smoke rose to the heavens, and a breeze, with just the right amount of coldness, blew by, caressing the skin of twenty youngsters all at the age of twenty-three and below as dead leaves gently fell.
They laughed and chatted quite merrily, enjoying the picturesque pond a few meters away from their makeshift log benches, foldable chairs, and earthen table as three of them took the helm in roasting a large chunk of purple meat.
It wasn't as appetizing as regular meat in terms of appearance, but the taste was just fine—a bit more savory and complex, even.
The Chaos Platoon formed bonds, eating meat while drinking beer and sodas, courtesy of Hal's recently unlocked Chaos Shop.
