The cold breeze passed through the corridors of the remaining Blood Talon Shelter…
It was a stronghold carved partially into the mountainside. This was all done thanks to the various Survivors on their clan who had talents related to handling earth, rock, or even tunneling itself.
At this time, only two Turrets are working within their shelter. Although they have a few more boxes of ammunition, it wouldn't mean a lot if most of their Turrets weren't even working.
Aside from that, most of the lights flickered as backup power cells strained to sustain even minimal functionality… They do not have enough Power Cores as well, since they have already used too many for their barriers.
Inside the central operations hall—once a place of war councils and celebration—was now eerily silent.
There was only some soft hum of working terminals, the occasional crackle of a damaged screen, and some coughs of exhausted survivors could be heard.