At night.
The surging heat forced many of the residents of the base to leave their homes only at night, making the area look lively.
Brenda borrowed some wooden chairs and a table. She even rented a thunder ability user to charge the generator at regular intervals and ensure a constant supply of electricity. Her eyes were shimmering with joy, while she constantly checked the preparations.
One by one, women of different ages started to enter; however, if there was an average age, then it was 50 years.
There were also many men in the crowd, which confused some of the women; however, they merely thought that those men wanted a slave.
Brenda stared at the growing crowd with satisfaction. With a gleam in her eyes, she made her way to her daughter's room and knocked on the door.
"Ophelia?"
No response.
Brenda knocked on the door again in impatience; however, all that answered her was still silence.
