Meanwhile in a cave two Mutant Hyena territories away from Bruce's location were the gathered recruits...
Inside the cave, thirty recruits stood together in utter silence.
The air felt heavy, too heavy. The gloom of the cave seemed to press against their chests, squeezing every breath out of them.
Fire torchlight flickered along the rough stone walls, casting long shadows that wavered and twisted like they had lives of their own. Dust floated lazily through the beams of light, drifting downward like falling ash.
No one spoke. No one dared to. They just stared at each other both with wary and fear of what's to come...
These were supposed to be proud Awakened, each with unique classes, talents, and the arrogance that came with power. But now their shoulders were tense, their jaws clenched, their eyes flickering nervously around as if expecting death to appear at any moment.
Even their breathing was quiet, muted, shallow, careful.
