The survivors stood frozen, paralyzed not by fear alone but by the cruel reality that they had no options.
Then, a voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
"Everyone!"
Heads turned. Eyes lifted.
It was Daelan.
The scarred D-rank hunter stood tall, arms crossed, his voice calm yet commanding. Despite the looming threat, his face carried a quiet confidence, the look of someone who had survived too many battles to break now.
"We're all trapped here," Daelan continued, his voice rising above the whimpers and sobs. "There's no denying that. But listen we've been given a chance."
Devin blinked, looking up at the older man. His heartbeat slowed for a moment, tuning into Daelan's words.
