Silver City!
The name it held during times of peace is no longer important; what matters is that now, this place has become humanity's last haven, and that is enough.
A haven?
It might be an exaggeration, but one unchangeable truth is that it is the city's towering presence that has allowed humanity to survive.
The sky is dark, the sun obscured by cold clouds, and even standing outside the Reserve Camp, one can still faintly hear howls drifting through the wilderness, eerie and chilling.
"Good morning, trash!"
"I'll be here waiting, watching each of you either succeed or die." A shrill voice suddenly rang out as all the young boys and girls gathered together.
The man's skin was dark, standing about 1.9 meters tall, with solid muscles, a shaved head, and wearing decorations akin to honorary badges.
"No, we're not trash!"
"How dare you say that about us! We are Warriors, warriors of the Alliance!"
